Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 90

KATY’S POV

“Katy, are you with us?”

I lift my head, blinking. Lucy’s eyes are locked on me, and she’s staring like I owe her an answer. Great. Did she just ask me something? My brain scrambles because between waiting for Braydon’s text and gossiping with Allie, I totally checked out.

“I… think you need to rewind the last twenty seconds,” I mumble, pressing my lips together. I should really be paying attention because I’m supposed to be the first speaker this week.” Sorry,” I add, quieter this time.

Lucy runs a hand down her face, exasperated. “We don’t have a bus to get to Salem College. And honestly? No one’s even listening to me. I guess…. we just drop out of the tournament.”

“No bus?” The words escape in unison from everyone.

“What happened to our mini-bus?” Ngozi asks.

Lucy leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “It was never ours to begin with,” she says dryly. “It belonged to cheerleading and now their main bus broke down, they just…. took it back. Which sucks because we literally revived that thing and brought it back to life.”

She leans forward, running a hand through her hair. “I even went to Mr. Joseph’s office to request a bus. I waited four hours. Four hours, just to see the Dean of Students. And guess what he told me? No buses available for the debate team.”

She exhales so dramatically it’s almost theatrical, and the room goes quiet. The rest of us just sit there, unsure if we should say anything or pretend we didn’t hear.

We have three more debate rounds this semester and we’re leading on the scoreboard now after working our ass off. Missing this round means we forfeit to Salem, and the tournament could slip through our fingers just like that.

“What about a charter bus?” Jake asks, adjusting his glasses like he’s just delivered a groundbreaking suggestion.

I glance at him. Renting a charter bus is $2,000-$3,000 per day and that’s a lot of money. Cadston isn’t exactly going to hand that over willingly. If you haven’t noticed, the debate team is seriously underrated here. If this were some sweaty jock sport, a van or even a small bus would already be waiting for us.

Lucy snaps at Jake, and just like that, the room goes quiet again. She’s clearly not in the mood for half-baked suggestions, she needs something real .

I glance down at my phone. Braydon still hasn’t responded. He texted that he’d come get me soon, but then… nothing after that. Is he still at practice? What is he doing now?

Katy, you can do better than this. You can absolutely wait another hour before texting again.

But I miss him.

“Katy.” Someone says my name again, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Are you seriously-”

“What about… we drive?” I cut in, trying to sound useful, and focused.

The room goes still for a beat. Everyone’s eyebrows lift, Lucy’s included. “Drive?”

I swallow. “Yeah.”

Lucy tilts her head, unimpressed. “And whose car do you think we should use? I don’t have one. Jake drives that pea-sized Toyota and we’d melt to peste on a four-hour trip. Sylvia rides a bike, and… well, you…” She trails off, waiting for me to fill in the blank.

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