War With My Hockey Stepbrother

sed paths with again. And then there was a person named Wade Sco

with blond hair that was always too perfect to be real, arrogant and searing green

mornings had their own special kind of cruelty. But what made it w

king back to that awful hockey buil

to be a canvas slashed down the center and vandalized with p

Chloe tried to stop

nths on? There was no way I was calming down. And there was no

right away even before I saw them - skates scraping, loud laught

culprit in

et. His striking green eyes stayed locked on the puck while some of h

y reaction look straight out of a commercial. T

I wa

ther have been anywhere than near him. But now I was force

ng again," Chloe said bu

t th

omething at his face' t

to do something wor

watching him, I saw Wade glance

all, no smirk tugging at his lips, no eyebrow raised

rs shouted. And when someone yelled that in the h

nt like back in middle school when he'd bully and humiliate

na stand there wat

tience. My fists clenched in anger. I waited until their game ended, un

d my painting! I had s

e mo

en my canvas outside like it had been thrown out like trash. And hoc

or my scholarship was gone. And this was what I came back to

ink and my anger spiked even more when I heard his teamm

off the rest of his gear. Now all he had on were padded hockey pants and a blac

ing here?" he ask

o talk," I s

wered over me when he wal

to pull me aside, but

I heard the guys gasp, shocked that a girl had walked i

your building," he sai

I push

and his perfect jaw ticked. He glared

," he sa

ld yo

s," he said cal

sn't talk

ads fast and leave without hesitat

k," he c

t know what happened, Scott? Like y

o shake with anger. He didn't take his eye

I hated t

w what I was

it? Not outright denial - he just always put distance, always kept enough space

the beloved hockey ca

iends humiliating me, ruining the canvases I'd spent weeks on, pouring ketchup on my artwor

't you tired of destroying

omething I didn't do. I'm telling you, I didn't touch

xpected me to

expression shifted. His face darkened. He

yla, weren't we too old for that?" He ti

a j

, you

u were saying right then," he

what I was saying. And I knew

ing from behind. She ran in and grabbed my

" my words came out sharp. He c

had done this to you, you'd better be

ely holding back from yelling at me. So he was

wanted war, I'd give it to

his lip lifted. Someth

ic look on his face. "Let's see how long we co

stood what he meant. My hands

e, not just the guy I hated the most, not just the jerk who

at Wade Scott was my s