Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 162

ALLISON’S POV

Finally, they got the mask and feeding tube off they et ass like an Egyptian mummy Lying in bed for days sucks, but at least I’ve got Katy here keeping me company.

“I think Sean’s in trouble or something,” Katy says, her eyes licking to mine with that worried look she gets when she’s thinking too hard She hestates, like she’s weighing whether to say more. “He hasn’t been answering my texts, and none of his friends have seen him asked ”

I sigh, expecting anger, but it’s not anger that fills me It’s just this heavy sinking sadness. It presses down like I’m a bucket being filled, and my fingers curl into the sheets as I try to keep my face neutral.

She reaches out, her hands wrapping around mine f’m sure there’s-”

“Nothing’s wrong with him,” I blurt, watching her eyes immediately dim. “He’s just avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you?” Her eyes widen. “How can he be avoiding you in this condition? Even if he cheated.

he should still-”

“He wrecked my car”

She freezes, staring at me like I’ve turned into someone else entirely. The expression on her face tugs at something inside me, and I look away, fighting back tears before they can fall.

“I noticed the brake pedal was soft after he borrowed it to visit his mum.” My lips tremble as I recount what happened, my voice cracking halfway Katy’s finger presses into my skin, grounding me, and I force my gaze to meet hers

“Tell me you’re lying,” she whispers. “Don’t tell me this story is true, Allie.”

I wish it isn’t true. I wish I weren’t lying here, feeling pathetic as fuck, telling her that my ex did this to me.

Forcing a smile, I shake my head. “Men are d***s, don’t you think?”

The question barely leaves my lips before a single tear slides down my cheek. I try to hold it back, I really do but my heart isn’t cooperating. I hate being sad, and worst of all, I hate being sad and stuck in a hospital.

“Don’t cry, Alls,” Katy whispers, her own tears slipping free. “Don’t You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” Yeah, that’s what I want to hear. I want to believe it gets better from here. I want to know I won’t keep waking up from nightmares about my photos being spread all over Cadston, about having to drop out because the shame is too much. I want to hear that I can move on from this mess, that I can heal.

Even if none of that is true, just hearing it gives me something to hold on to. Some kind of hope.

Katy hugs me, rubbing slow circles into my back as she whispers soft, soothing words, like she’s trying to keep me together.

“Are you two always this dramatic?”

My heart kicks against my ribs, and my eyes snap to the doorway.

A sudden rush of weightlessness and relief blooms in my stomach, and my fingers curl into the sheets without me realizing it.

He’s here. Justin is here.

I pull back from Katy’s hug, staring at him with my pulse racing. It’s ironic that ever since I woke up, I’ve been craving him here, craving the sound of his voice, and the sight of him just standing in this room. I was mad at him before the crash, but none of that matters now. He’s here.

“Justin?” Katy asks, turning to face him.

He smirks, stepping into the room with a bag swinging at his side. I never imagined a day would come when Justin’s smile could make me feel this much joy but today is that day. I wipe at my tears just as Katy glances at me, confusion written all over her face.

Katy starts peppering him with questions: why he’s here, if he brought anything for me but Justin barely acknowledges her, his eyes locked on me as he settles onto the edge of the bed.

“How are you, Bean?” he asks, his eyes roaming over me like he’s trying to measure exactly how much pain I’m in.

I’ve gotten better at reading him, and I know that when he pokes his tongue at the side of his mouth, he’s holding back a lot-mostly his feelings.

“A little weak, I guess,” I reply, my voice small. But inside, I’m bursting with happiness just to see him. So happy.

Katy glances between us, her eyebrows knitting together. “What did you just call her, Justin?”

That’s when I actually remember he called me Bean. The word slid into my ears and out again before Katy pointed it out, and now I’m staring at him. Are we on a nickname basis now? In front of her?

And seriously, he could do so much better than calling me a bean stalk, like I’m always tipsy or something. There are way better nicknames he could use. So why the hell am I blushing?

“Shut the door, please,” Justin says, finally managing to shoo Katy out. I don’t look at her the entire time because I have nothing to say, except that I do want to talk to him alone. I don’t have much to say, but I just want him here.

When the door clicks shut and we’re finally alone, he exhales.

Silence stretches for a few seconds before he moves closer, his gaze fixed on my face the entire time. He reaches out and takes my hand, threading his fingers between mine, and I steal a glance at the door to make sure Katy isn’t watching.

“Allison.”

He exhales slowly, rubbing his thumb over my skin. Everyone is happy I’m okay, but the emotions in Justin’s eyes are something else entirely. I can see…all of it.

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