Entangled With My Hockey Step-brother

Chapter One

Whitney point of view

Attraction.

The match ended with the referee blowing the final whistle and my school erupted with a loud scream, with the girls screaming excitedly and the boys cheering on loudly, we won the game.

I was glad I came, but either way, I was having fun. I had a new appreciation for the sport.

I was also enjoying watching Jason Andrews, the team's star player, zip around the rink like he'd been born on skates and not with two normal feet.

He wasn't the only one, though. They were all going so fast, like they were flying on ice. It was exhilarating to watch. It wasn't my first hockey game, but it was my first hockey game at Essex college.

Everyone on campus had been raving about the hottest guy on campus for a while now. His looks didn't hurt either. His picture was flashed on the jumbotron so many times over the night that I'd lost count.

It was having an effect on the three girls in front of me, and also in my vagina. Ooops!.

With the hockey mask on, you could still see his fierce dark blue eyes.

His high cheekbones. With the mask off, he had a whole chiseled jawline that wasn't legal. I swear. And those cheekbones were set high and wide, giving the sides of his face an indented look, but it worked on him.

Not to mention the messy dark hair on top of his head and how he had the look where he could rifle his hand through it, let it go and It took me a little bit before I realized he was staring up at me and he half raised one of his gloves up. I gave him a small nod right back.

Jason had tried to get me outside after the whole incident but I couldn't. For a few weeks now I have been indoors and didn't want to speak with anyone.

I was glad I finally listened.

Jason was my secret crush and the most handsome guy in Essex college.

"We're heading out." he said seeing the crowd was starting to disperse.

"Great game man", the team members exchanged pleasantries.

"Catch you", one said as he hurried off to see where the other players were.

"I'm going to find my own way back. Thanks for inviting me out tonight.", I replied.

"I needed it", I voiced out much to my chagrin.

"It's no big deal, glad you loved it", he voiced out.

I frowned a little but nodded. "Okay. Well. I'll catch up with the rest. "See you later."

I headed off, and I went to the bathroom.

When I was done, the crowd had lessened significantly. Still. I knew it would be a wait, but I couldn't bring myself to turn my phone back on. Because of that, I went over to the

door that the players used and slid down to the floor.

I got comfortable.

I didn't have to wait long.

Fifteen minutes later, still sweaty from the game, Jason found me in the hallway. He'd changed into his Essex college hockey sweats and hoodie.

He also had a ball cap pulled low over his forehead, and both his hands were inside his hoodie.

He tapped my foot with one of his and gave me one of those smiles I'd been seeing on the jumbotron all night. "Need a ride?"

"No", I forced out, not ready to be swept by his charms.

He smiled a little and held out a hand.

I put mine in it, and he pulled me up. "Huh?"

"That's the first", he said, still smiling.

"What do you mean?"I asked, confused.

"I have never gotten a no from a girl before", he informed me.

"Really", I rolled my eyes. I wasn't surprised.

I turned behind us to where there was a six-foot mural picture of just him.

He was in his hockey gear, holding his stick and smiling wide for the camera. "That doesn't strike fear in anyone",

Ofcourse, he was hot and he knew it.

Not that I haven't imagined him crushing me against the tile in the shower pumping into me

from behind.

His arms wrapped around me, and one hand slid down my stomach, finding my clit.

He didn't bulge. "I don't take no for an answer",

"I insist", he said, a typical response I would be expecting from Jason.

"Fine, let's go", I replied, seeing he won't stop pestering me.

We walked down to where he usually parked his sleek Benz. He moved past me and opened the car door gesturing for me to enter.

My eyes widened in shock. "That's cool, thank you",

"You welcome", he said as he closed the door and hurried down to the other end entering into the car.

The eerie presence of the car was very much calm. I didn't know what to say or perhaps I was scared of saying the wrong thing.

"Well, I heard about what happened last summer break", he broke the silence.

I rolled my eyes. "Ofcourse, you should be aware",

"I am so sorry", he apologised.

I wiped the tears that shimmered down my eyes.

Memories of losing my friend from cancer clouded my mind. Every single scenario.

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine", he said. "I guess it was pretty much for you"

"No, I do?", I said glad that he was interested.

"Okay", he said calmly.

"It still feels like a dream, we had lots of stuff planned together", I whispered.

Jason rubbed his arms on my back gently.

"I really want to comfort you, please can you let me", he said, sending shivers down my body.

I rolled my eyes. Jason!.. he is offering to help. It was risky. It was enough to draw attention that my friend just died of cancer and here I am chatting and talking with Essex notorious playboy.

"No...thank you", I replied faster than lightning.

"I could feel your pain Whitney I could help",

"No!, thank you for the ride", I said and stepped down and headed to my room.

Could I handle the intense attraction I feel for the hottest boy in Essex college.

Chapter Two

Jason Point of view

Issues

I was glad the match ended so well. The Essex hockey team won against Everton hockey players.

I showered, changed into my hockey sweats when I found Whitney crying in the hallway.

I couldn't help it as I offered comfort to her. I rolled my eyes as she refused. I couldn't blame her. I was quite popular. Being a star player wasn't an easy achievement. I earned it.

I was finding her interesting since no girl has ever said no to Jason's effect.

Girls flocked themselves at me on a regular basis.

I fixed my gaze on her and her dazzling eyes were staring at me. She was ravishingly beautiful. Her lips curved in a shape of love.

I couldn't help as a shiver ran down my spine, my heart beating fast.

"Let me help you", I asked again and was stunned when she accepted.

But I had to insist until she agreed. I couldn't help giving her a shoulder to cry on and dropping her off at her place.

She appreciated it and left me feeling low. I found my way back to the school lounge.

I met with one of my close friends. "What took you so long the game ended like a few hours ago?"He asked me.

He hit me on the shoulder playfully "Don't tell me you were keeping yourself busy with the girls",

I looked at him and I totally understood where he was driving. I nodded my head in disapproval.

"No, I wasn't, I had to drop a girl off", I voiced out.

Moses widened his eyes in shock. "That's new, you aren't a gentleman",

"What's up?", he asked interested in the details.

"I can be if I want to", I replied to him, finding my way to my room.

He wasn't satisfied with my answer as he followed me in.

"I need the full gist, what's her name?", he asked.

"Gosh..., Moses can you please leave me alone", I voiced out obviously getting annoyed at his unending questions he was throwing at me.

"Fine, if you choose not to spill, but ensure you bring her to me to screw her once you are done", he informed me and walked out the door.

"Not gonna happen guy", I said and walked away.

I laid down in the bed, my mind still thinking of her.

I was interested in getting to know her and I couldn't help myself.

I picked up my phone, I have gotten six missed calls from my mom. That wasn't unusual. I picked up my phone and called her.

I needed to speak with her ASAP or she might start to get worried and think something has happened to me.

"Hello son", my mom picked after the first ring.

"Hello mom", I answered.

"How are you and school?", she asked

"School is fine, and hockey is going pretty well", I informed her.

"That's great, how is your academic son, you know that's the reason you are there", she voiced out.

"Ofcourse, what about dad, I called him but he hasn't been answering my calls",

"I need you to focus on your studies, your dad is busy lately", she replied her voice shaking.

I wanted to believe what she said. But something within me was telling me that everything wasn't right.

I knew how secretive my mom can be when it comes to issues like this.

"Mom, you know you can always talk to me if you need someone to talk with", I voiced out.

"Don't worry son, it's nothing I can't handle", she informed me.

"Mom ... .mom..I know its eating you up what has dad been up to lately", I asked insisting she tells me what's going on.

I could hear sobs from the other end of the phone.

"Your dad and I are filing for a divorce", she informed me.

My whole body trembling with shock. "I really think you both have found a way around this", I added.

"We tried but it isn't working", she said.

I felt for my mom. I don't know the reason they decided to spilt up but she had always insisted my dad was a good man.

And for the time I stayed with him. I wouldn't say he was perfect but he was trying.

I quickly packed a few things and found my way home. I needed to be there for my mom.

This divorce was going to be a really difficult thing for her to take.

Do you think I can resolve the issues between his parents?

What really happened?

Chapter Three

Whitney Point of view.

The day my mom informed me that I was going to be having a step dad. I thought it was a joke. My parents hadn't always been happy with each other, especially my mom.

She always said that if she knew what she knows now. She wouldn't have married my dad.

The divorce still came as shocking news to me but what surprised me the most was that she had already found a replacement for him.

I was stunned, typical of my mom to be faster than her shadow.

I walked into the house as she called me from school to meet up with my step-dad during mid-semester break in school.

"How long have you known this man?" I asked her.

"For three months", she replied.

"Don't you think you are taking things too fast", I asked her.

"No honey, when you meet the one you would know and nothing is too fast", she said, seeming so sure of herself.

"I dated your dad for two years and married him for eighteen years honey, I didn't feel this way I felt around this man with him", she added.

"Then why did you marry him?"I asked with disbelief evident in my voice.

She paused for a while. "When you get older...you..Will understand Whitney", she replied.

I moved around helplessly.

"Mom..mom..tell me you're joking right now", I yelled.

She picked up the glass of champagne and sipped it gently. "I am not joking honey, I love this man and if you want my happiness you should be supportive"

"He is going to be here any minute, I want you to meet him and be of very good behaviour, do you hear me", she instructed me.

I felt for my dad. How could she? She discarded him like a piece of trash.

She wasn't sure how he was feeling.

"Does dad know about this?", I asked.

"Ofcourse he knows, we are finalising our divorce paper already", she replied.

"Divorce!!...divorce", I screamed.

"You have been seeing this man behind our backs I guess", I voiced out.

My mom seemed so relaxed. I wondered why she gave birth to me. I was nothing like her.

The looks, aura and attitude. None of it I inherited. I took everything from my dad.

A knock at the door disrupted our conversation.

"He is here", she whispered like I care.

"Come in", she voiced out.

A man in his mid-fifties walked in. My gaze fixed on him. I was trying my best to maintain my composure.

She ushered him to the dining table.

"We were just about to have dinner, you can join us", she said smiling.

Irritation practically seeped through me.

What was in my mom thinking, divorcing my dad and telling me the same day she planned to introduce me to my future step-dad.

I looked at his face. I can't believe he was reminding me of someone I couldn't practically place a face to.

I struggled to but couldn't as my mom snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What's your name?", he asked with a smile on his face.

I ignored him.

"He is asking you a question?", she said, her gaze fixed on me.

"Whitney," I said coldly.

"That's a great name?", he voiced out as my mom and him were smiling at each other.

"I have a son about your age as well, he goes to Essex college", he replied.

I nodded totally absent from the conversation. He kept on trying by all means to engage me but it was written all over my face that I wasn't interested in being friendly with him at all.

He kept talking.

Talking about Essex College, about how his son was "very disciplined," about how excited he was to finally have a daughter. Every word grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

"I didn't ask," I snapped suddenly.

The room went quiet.

He blinked, clearly taken aback. "I was just trying to make conversation..,"

"Well, don't," I cut in sharply. "You're not my father, and you never will be."

My mom's smile dropped instantly.

"Whitney!" she warned, her voice low but firm.

"I mean it," I continued, my anger spilling freely now. "You walk into my house, sit at my dad's dining table, and expect me to smile like this is normal? You're a stranger."

"I understand you're upset," he said calmly, trying to salvage the moment. "But disrespect won't change the situation."

That did it.

I let out a bitter laugh. "You don't get to tell me how to feel. You met my mom three months ago and suddenly you're playing family? That's pathetic."

"Enough!" my mom snapped. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "I warned you to behave."

"Behave?" I scoffed. "You drop a divorce and a replacement husband on me in the same breath and expect me to clap for you?"

She walked closer to me, her face hard. "You will apologize to him right now."

I pushed my chair back and stood up, my hands shaking. "I won't apologize for telling the truth."

"Whitney-"

"I'm done," I cut her off. "I'm going back to school."

"Sit down!" she commanded.

"No," I yelled. "I won't sit here and pretend this is okay. You can have a happy family without me."

I grabbed my bag, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. My mom called after me, warning me to calm down, but I didn't listen. I stormed out of the dining room, out of the house, slamming the door behind me so hard the walls shook.

Tears blurred my vision as I walked away.

I couldn't breathe properly. My thoughts were scattered, my dad's face, my mom's indifference, that man sitting comfortably where my father once sat. Everything felt wrong.

I stormed out of the house, my bag slung over my shoulder.

Tears blurred my vision, but I didn't stop. I just needed to get out, to clear my head, to escape the chaos my mom had dumped on me.

I started trekking down the road toward school, my footsteps quick, my thoughts louder than my heartbeats. I didn't care about cars, traffic, anything.

All I could think about was how unfair it all was-my dad gone, my mom moving on as if eighteen years of marriage and family meant nothing, and that man sitting at our dining table like he belonged there.

I didn't notice how fast I was walking. I didn't notice the approaching car until it was too late. The screech of tires made me freeze, my stomach dropping into my throat.

I tried to jump out of the way, but the car hit me. The impact sent me sprawling onto the asphalt. Pain exploded across my side and legs.

I gasped, clawing at the ground, trying to pull myself up. My bag tumbled away. Someone's voice screamed.

I tried to speak, but the pain made my throat close. My vision blurred, and darkness started creeping in from the edges of my eyes.