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Puck Me, Stepbrother

Chapter 3 Party Invitation.

Word Count: 1419    |    Released on: 07/11/2025

on's

n buzzing nonsto

ach one more excited than the last, full of heart emojis

s going? Have you ma

out - this is your chance t

amazing clubs and activities.

How do I tell her that her new husband's son's friends have made me their personal entertainment? Ho

She's t

float. She deserves Richard and his fancy house, and not having to worry about money anymore. She deserves to believe

f it's

Mom. Still settling

fore I can ch

, and apparently, he runs this entire school. Everywhere I go, I hear his name. Girls talking about how hot he is, gu

d I'm the peasant who dared

a good way. Every time I see him across the quad with his perfect hair and that confident smile,

even when he's humiliating me in front of half the sch

me hate hi

s again-anothe

really into hockey. Maybe you should try o

he sound echoes in my empty

d is to embarrass myself even more, this

I keep

soccer in high school? Richard says the Hayes family has been involved with B

guy who's been making my life hell. Probably not - Hayes is a com

it is. But then I think about how excited she sounded when she called last night

s this s

about it,"

e it would be to step onto ice I've never skated on in my life, wearing gear I

t our "new family." I'm thinking about how hard she's tryin

o do almost anythin

iate mysel

by. Nothing obvious enough to report - they're too smart for that. Just constant little things.

hear Tyler say as I pass

watch where he's walk

p walking, but my hands cle

ant to punch something. But I also can't stop staring. He moves like he knows everyone's watching

infur

, which makes me hate myself

ally looking up application deadlines for other coll

he says, dropping his backpack and flopping onto his be

t pa

f campus, and apparently, they're throwing some massive thing. The

s. The hockey t

back to my laptop. "Parti

in this room all week. When's th

n't mean I want to go somewhere I'll be s

d I'm

onvince me, listing all the reasons why I should go. Free alco

cle here is basically him and the girl in my eco

evolved into full paragraphs about hockey tryouts and family bo

out there. I've been

s part of t

hen he gets back from his afternoon classe

u w

g in, but you can't hide forever. These p

ly he

m's texts about being brave and trying new things. Maybe it's the memory of Julia

ready, I find myself digging through my closet fo

?" Danny asks, pausing with hi

othing special, just a dark blue button-down that Mom bought m

You're going to have a

tired of everyone at this school thinking I'm some fragile

red of

see me as weak, fine. But I'm not going

t myself in the mirror.

shoulder. "That's the spirit! Tr

epic is the

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“Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..”