Kiss Me Captain (Emily and Maddie) novel Chapter 68

I freeze in the doorway, Emily beside me like a statue carved from righteous fury. For a moment, neither of us moves, both suspended in that particular brand of rage that makes your blood run hot and your vision narrow to a single point of crystallized anger.

Then my feet are carrying me forward, straight into the locker room like I’m walking into battle armed with nothing but my own exhaustion and Christina’s audacity. “If you have something to say to me, say it to my face.”

Christina spins around so fast she nearly loses her balance, clearly not expecting to be heard. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish trying to remember how breathing works.

Beth looks absolutely mortified, her face cycling through shades of pink that would be impressive if they weren’t so pathetic.

Christina recovers quickly though—I’ll give her that much credit for basic survival instincts. “I’m just saying it makes people uncomfortable,” she says, lifting her chin with the false confidence of someone who thinks having opinions makes them brave.

I step closer, close enough that she has to look up slightly to meet my eyes. “Then be uncomfortable. I’m not apologizing for existing.” My voice comes out steady, controlled, which is honestly impressive considering my pulse is attempting to break the sound barrier.

“And for the record,” I barely stop myself from spitting in her face. “I wasn’t checking anyone out in the locker room. I was too busy trying to survive being bullied by Jenna and her friends—you know, the ones who got expelled for assault.”

Christina’s face flushes deep red, like someone’s adjusted her internal thermostat to maximum embarrassment.

Beth mumbles something about needing to go, already backing toward the door like she’s suddenly remembered an urgent appointment with literally anywhere else.

“Whatever. Just know that not everyone is okay with this.” Christina’s trying to maintain her righteous indignation, but it’s crumbling faster than her moral high ground.

“I don’t need everyone to be okay with it.” I’m still standing there, refusing to back down, refusing to make myself smaller for her comfort. “I just need them to leave me alone.”

Emily’s standing beside me now, radiating protective anger like she’s a human space heater set to fury. The energy coming off her could probably power a small city if we figured out how to harness rage as renewable energy.

Christina grabs her bag with jerky movements, slinging it over her shoulder with enough force to suggest she’s imagining hitting someone with it. She leaves without another word, Beth trailing after her like a particularly spineless shadow.

After she’s gone, my hands start shaking with the delayed reaction that adrenaline always brings. It’s like my body waited for the threat to pass before informing me that we’re actually terrified and possibly about to fall apart.

The adrenaline that kept me upright and confident is draining away faster than water through a sieve, leaving behind the cold reality of what just happened.

I grip the edge of the nearest bench, focusing on the feeling of cool metal against my palms while my body processes the confrontation like a computer trying to run too many programs at once.

“Are you okay?” Emily asks, her voice soft with concern that makes my chest ache in ways I’m not ready to examine.

“I don’t know.” The honesty surprises me. “But I’m tired of being afraid. Tired of hiding.” The words taste like freedom and terror in equal measure, like I’ve just jumped off something high without checking if there’s water below.

Emily’s expression shifts into something fierce and proud that makes me feel simultaneously vulnerable and invincible. “I’m proud of you for standing up to Christina. That took guts.”

We change quickly, both of us eager to escape the locker room and its lingering hostility like it’s a crime scene we don’t want to be caught at.

The post doesn’t mention our names directly, which I’m sure he thinks makes him clever and legally protected. “Funny how some people get away with lying and manipulation while others get punished for telling the truth. Guess it matters who you’re sleeping with.”

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