Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 94

ALLISON’S POV

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“We’re leaving on Christmas Eve.” I smooth down Justin’s shirt after buttoning it, my palm lingering on his

chest. “Are you excited?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze stays locked on the wall ahead. I follow it out of habit, even though I already know there’s nothing there. Katy mentioned the same thing earlier after spending the morning with him, trying to get some kind of reaction. She said he barely spoke, barely engaged but just drifted, like he wasn’t fully here.

“Your scans are fine, by the way.” I try again, hoping the good news interests him. “They’re still going to keep an eye on you, but Nora said everything looks good. So… congrats. Your head is officially too hard to damage.”

1 let out a small laugh, but it comes out awkward, kind of forced and it dies just as quickly.

Yet, he doesn’t even look at me.

I shift on my feet, pressing my lips together as silence stretches in the room. Sam’s voice pops into my

head again: don’t coddle him, don’t pity him.

Yeah, sure.

Except how am I supposed to act normal when he’s acting like I’m not in the room with him? Like he

doesn’t exist?

I blink quickly, staring down at my hands for a second before looking back at him. My chest tightens, that

helpless feeling creeping in again, and I hate it.

What am I even supposed to do here? Like… do I keep talking? Do I sit with him?

God. I just want him to smile just a little like before.

“I need to sleep.” He mutters, and then just… turns. He rolls onto his side like I’m not even here anymore,

like the conversation-if that’s what this was-is over.

I stare at his back for a second, something tight twisting in my chest. Sam’s voice cuts in again and maybe that’s why, before I even think about it, I reach out and pinch him.

He flinches, rolling back just enough to look at me, his brows pulling together.

I’m already frowning at him.

“What’s up with your vibe?” I ask.

He blinks at me, like that’s the last thing he expected. “What’s wrong with my vibe?”

“You’re boring me.” I fold my arms. “I’ve been sitting here talking to myself while you zone out like.” I let out

a scoff. “You broke your leg, not your mouth.”

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really need legs, I know a few tricks.”

His lips curl into a wider smile, and he shakes his head. “A few tricks?”

“Yeah.” I pout. “You know I’m freaky.”

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His eyes narrow on me with his familiar teasing glare and I mirror him, scrunching my nose like I always do when we go back and forth.

“Good thing you still have a use for me,” he finally replies. “Even if it’s just my d**k you’re after.”

“Well, I’m-” I start, but my phone starts ringing in my shirt pocket. I pull it out, and my eyes widen when I

see it’s my Dad calling.

No.

I’ve been silently hoping he and Mom would forget about me for once, or at least accept that I’m an adult

who can handle my own life. But apparently… not. They very much want me back home.

“Give me a minute,” I tell Justin before bolting out of the room. I almost collide with Katy, but the second I

see her, an idea sparks in my head. I shove the phone into her hand as it starts ringing again, and she freezes, panic written all over her face.

“Talk to my dad. Tell him I’m not here.”

She opens her mouth to protest. “Allie, I-

“Please,” I say, rubbing my hands together. “Just… make something up.”

She glares at me, then sucks in a deep breath and takes the call. Her voice floats out, a little too cheerful,

and sing-songy. “Hi… Allie’s Dad.”

Oh shit. Definitely not the best way to start.

“No, she’s not here. She’s at…” Katy trails off, looking at me like she needs a hint. I immediately make an

airplane motion with my hands. “She’s flying…she’s…”

God, how does she not know what an airplane looks like? I mutter, ‘packing,’ and her eyes light up. “Oh! She’s packing for her flight.”

I exhale, rubbing my forehead,

“Yeah, I’ll let her know,” she says, then hangs up. She shoves the phone into my hand the moment the call ends, her expression tightening. “What on earth did you tell your parents? Your dad is vexing, and I could literally hear it in his tone.”

“He vexes all the time. Thanks for putting up with that,” I mumble, already starting to move back toward

Justin.

But she grabs my hand, making me stop and face her again.

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