Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 248

Chapter 0108

ALLISON’S POV

“I call dibs on picking a movie for movie night,” Katy says from behind me.

I stop grating the carrots and slowly turn around, my eyebrow already lifting before I even fully face her. No, you’re not.”

“Why?” she demands, and something about it grates on my last nerve, because every single time she picks a movie it’s one of those painfully cliché, not-even-funny romcoms where the plot barely survives its own logic.

And somehow, every single time, she’s the only one laughing. Full-on, head-thrown-back giggling like she’s

watching cinematic gold while the rest of us sit there wondering how many minutes it would take to end.

How she hasn’t noticed the collective suffering is beyond me. But then again, Katy never notices anything unless it’s directly happening to her face in real time.

“You picked last week,” I force out. “It should be either me or Justin this week.”

She groans immediately, rolling her eyes. “I love you, but I get bored when you pick movies.”

I scoff, dropping the carrot back onto the cutting board. If she wants to start a war over film selection, I’m more than willing to escalate.

“Did you just say boring?” I ask. “Katy, that’s like the kettle calling the pot black. You’re literally the worst person to ever speak on that.”

“Now you’re just saying anything,” she waves me off. “Everyone knows I have peak taste. Movie nights are supposed to be fun, but every time you’re in charge, it’s just one of those boring three-hour films that doesn’t make sense but appeals to every art or theatre student.”

My eyes narrow. “First of all, who is everyone?”

“Braydon,” she says immediately, smug as anything. “And Justin.”

I shake my finger in her face. “Definitely not Justin. He told me you’re the worst.” Her frown deepens.” Seriously, you have terrible taste. I pick better movies. I know better movies, and that’s like the first law of nature.”

“You say that because you act,” she fires back with a dramatic eye roll. “Romcoms will always win over those-”

I stop listening halfway through her sentence, not because I’ve conceded but because the front door opens and Justin walks in.

Our eyes lock almost immediately, and I wipe my hands on the dish towel as I head out of the kitchen. Katy calls something after me but I’m already gone.

“I’m trying to grate some carrots-”

He kisses the tip of my nose and I dissolve into giggles despite every effort not to, swatting weakly at his shoulder.

“You’re so annoying,” I manage, which is completely undermined by the fact that I’m still laughing. “You need to-”

A scream pierces the air and it jolts me so bad I grab Justin’s arms with both hands.

“What-” Justin spins toward the kitchen.

“What happened?” I’m already moving, my heart somewhere in my throat. “Katy, what-”

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