Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance Lindsey Iler (mobi ebook reader .txt) 📖

can’t blame yourself for the tragic shit that happens in this life. You’re not responsible for the world’s happiness and wellbeing.” Dotty pats my cheek then walks away, leaving me with a bit of knowledge I’ve been told time and time again.

She’s right about one thing. I owe those two girls a visit.

Chapter Ten

Delaney

A girl with a golden crown of ribbons and thorns, wrapped around her angelic head, placed there to keep her in line.

I drop my pen and slam the cover of my journal shut, contemplating who they want me to be and who I truly am. I fling open to the page I’d abandoned and pick up the pen once again.

A girl with ice in her veins and a crown made of resilience. Everything she is is wrapped in a tornado of anger.

“There!” I say to myself. “That’s more like it.”

“What’s that?” The sound of Breaker’s voice startles me, and I jerk, chucking my journal across the room. The big problem is that it lands at his feet.

I roll over and spring from the bed. Breaker’s in my dorm room, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that appear custom made by the way they hang low on his trim waist. The sleeves of his white hoodie are rolled to his elbows, and it’s the most delicious I’ve ever seen him. His hair is wet from a shower I assume he took after practice.

Our eyes shift from each other to the journal. We have the same idea and dive for it. He’s faster.

“What’s this?” He holds it above his head, toying with me.

“It’s none of your business. As usual, you seem to struggle with this concept.” I jump, attempting to grab every single one of my secrets, but he holds it out of reach.

“Does Delaney Chambers have a diary?” He grins.

“What are you doing here?” I lower myself and sit on my window seat. Maybe if I act like I don’t care about what’s inside those pages, he’ll leave it unread.

“I think I owe you an apology.”

“Let me guess, Palmer got on your ass about your bullshit, so now you’re here to try to fix some sort of problem we don’t even have?” Damn. Where’d that come from?

“Contrary to what you may believe, Princess Delaney, I am capable of understanding when I royally fuck things up.”

“We don’t have much to fuck up, so consider it forgiven.”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong.” He tsks his tongue, approaching me.

My legs spin forward, giving him an opening. He nudges into me, tipping my chin to look into his green eyes. He thumbs my bottom lip.

“Breaker,” I whisper his name.

“One page.” He presents my journal. “Give me one page into who you are when no one’s looking, and I’ll leave.”

“For good, or for now?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“What that page says.”

“And what do I get if I give you one page?”

“I’ll leave.”

“Fine.”

“Any page, my choosing?” His need for clarification is adorable. He’s flipping through it before I get the chance to answer him.

When he lands on the winning one, he settles onto the edge of my mattress. His face is unmoved as his eyes zigzag across the page. Whatever he is reading, he’s completely enthralled. At one point, his eyes lift, catching mine. I’m embarrassed, unsure of which words he’s devouring.

“Did you mean what you wrote?” He holds the journal out for me to take. A brief second of my eyes on the paper tells me what page he’s read. “Did you, Delaney?”

“What does it matter?” I challenge, hating the tremble in my voice.

“It matters because you matter.”

“You have to understand, I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. I didn’t know if that was the exact moment that it happened to me. I don’t know if I could have recovered from it.” My words are rushed, full of uncertainty and fear of admitting how that night fundamentally changed me.

“Stand up, Delaney.”

“No, Breaker.”

His hand comes between us, demanding me to take it. “I’m not asking you, baby.”

I place mine in his, and I’m propelled into his arms. The feel of him opening the journal behind me has my body completely tense.

“Don’t,” I warn.

“My entire body is cold, frozen, unlike my thoughts. Those race like a heart in love. Fast and uncontrollable. There’s nothing to see through my blurry eyes, so I never saw him coming, never was able to prepare for what was to come next,” Breaker reads my private words out loud.

“Please stop,” I beg.

“And then he walked into the room, and I knew I would be okay.” Breaker’s voice cracks.

Too scared to have his eyes on me, I glance away, focusing on the frost edging the window.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

“I can’t.” I won’t.

“Again, I’m not asking.” His fingers softly wrap around my chin, bringing my eyes to him.

This is the Breaker I know, the one who swooped into that club VIP room and wrapped me in his arms and coat to make sure I knew I was safe. It’s his green eyes, like shards of glistening glass reflecting in the sun, with the ability to dig deep into my soul. He’s hard and soft within the same body. Cruel and kind. Devious and honest.

“Why doesn’t everyone get to see this side of you?” I ask.

“Because no one else on this earth matters.” His stare drops to my lips, and when it returns to my eyes, he shrugs. “You’re the only person on this earth I’ve wanted to introduce him to.”

“Then why did you walk out on our breakfast yesterday?” There’s the elephant in the room, ready to be explored and discovered.

“You want the truth?”

The jiggle of my doorknob stops him.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Delaney, open up!” Tripp yells, freezing me in place. “Come on. Let’s talk this out.”

“Want me to get rid of him?” Breaker asks, not so quietly.

“Who’s in there with you?” Tripp shouts. Another round of bangs on the door has my eyes watering.

“Delaney, I’m getting rid of him.” Breaker grabs my arms and shifts me over a