Pucking Hate You, My Bully Captain
Zach thought he'd left the drama of high school behind when he started college, eager to focus on his studies, make new friends and enjoy a peaceful campus life.
He didn't expect to see the last person he wanted there; Ryder.
Ryder Summers, the star jock and notorious player in highschool was infamous for his charm and skills.
Girls swooned over him, Guys wanted to be him.
He was adored by all.
But not Zach.
To him, attractiveness aside, he was nothing but a bully that tormented him through high school and his worst enemy.
As it seemed, things weren't so different now, whether it was people's reaction to Ryder, his hatred for Ryder or Ryder’s equal dislike for him.
He was a different person from the nerd Zach knew before however and he'd show it.
When they are paired in a high-stakes project in their class he is sure it's doomed from the start.
Forced to work together, Zach is forced to confront Ryder on a daily basis.
Yet, amidst the tension, Zach can't help but notice Ryder’s gaze lingering on his lips.
Wasn't he supposed to be straight? Shouldn't he hate him? Why then does Ryder seem drawn to him now? And worse, why doesn't he hate it?
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Chapter: 15Zach's POVIt was finals week and the morning of my first exam arrived exactly as unwelcome as I'd expected, gray light filtering weak through my dorm window while I stared at a stack of practice problems I'd meant to review the night before and hadn't managed to touch, and every time I tried to force my attention back toward corporate finance formulas, my mind slid sideways instead, circling back to that text glowing accusatory against my screen.I'd read it so many times over the last two days that the words had lost some of their shape, worn smooth from repetition the way a stone gets smooth from being turned over and over in a pocket. Every time I closed my eyes for more than a few seconds, some part of my mind supplied the gala photo instead of rest, Ryder's hollow, unreadable stare replacing whatever I'd actually been trying to think about.Gigi found me in the dining hall an hour before the exam, dark circles evident enough under my eyes that she didn't bother pretending not to
Last Updated: 2026-09-21
Chapter: 14Zach's POVThe first thing I registered was the smell, antiseptic and faintly sweet, the particular sterile hush of a room designed to make people feel cared for while stripping away every ordinary comfort at the same time. My eyes opened slowly, ceiling tiles swimming into focus above me, fluorescent light too bright and too even, nothing like the warm amber glow of the warehouse that my mind seemed determined to compare everything against lately."Hey. Hey, easy." Gigi's voice, close, urgent, her hand pressing gently against my shoulder the second I tried to sit up too fast. "Slow down. You're at the campus clinic."Memory returned in a disorienting rush, fragments assembling themselves out of order. The dining hall. Brittany's voice, pitched deliberately loud enough to carry across three tables, something about Ryder transferring schools, some casual cruelty tossed out like a gut punch. The room tilting. Then nothing."Ryder." I struggled upright despite her hand still braced again
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: 103Zach's POVThe first thing I registered was the smell, antiseptic and faintly sweet, the particular sterile hush of a room designed to make people feel cared for while stripping away every ordinary comfort at the same time. My eyes opened slowly, ceiling tiles swimming into focus above me, fluorescent light too bright and too even, nothing like the warm amber glow of the warehouse that my mind seemed determined to compare everything against lately."Hey. Hey, easy." Gigi's voice, close, urgent, her hand pressing gently against my shoulder the second I tried to sit up too fast. "Slow down. You're at the campus clinic."Memory returned in a disorienting rush, fragments assembling themselves out of order. The dining hall. Brittany's voice, pitched deliberately loud enough to carry across three tables, something about Ryder transferring schools, some casual cruelty tossed out like a gut punch. The room tilting. Then nothing."Ryder." I struggled upright despite her hand still braced again
Last Updated: 2026-09-19
Chapter: Chapter 102Zach's POVThe first thing I registered was the smell, antiseptic and faintly sweet, the particular sterile hush of a room designed to make people feel cared for while stripping away every ordinary comfort at the same time. My eyes opened slowly, ceiling tiles swimming into focus above me, fluorescent light too bright and too even, nothing like the warm amber glow of the warehouse that my mind seemed determined to compare everything against lately."Hey. Hey, easy." Gigi's voice, close, urgent, her hand pressing gently against my shoulder the second I tried to sit up too fast. "Slow down. You're at the campus clinic."Memory returned in a disorienting rush, fragments assembling themselves out of order. The dining hall. Brittany's voice, pitched deliberately loud enough to carry across three tables, something about Ryder transferring schools, some casual cruelty tossed out like a gut punch. The room tilting. Then nothing."Ryder." I struggled upright despite her hand still braced again
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 101Zach's POVI turned, and for one disorienting second my brain refused to place the face heading toward me, tall and composed. He reminded me so much of his brother and I felt my chest ache."Matthew?""Got a few minutes?"“Yeah, sure.”He fell into step beside me before I'd even answered, steering us naturally toward the little café at the edge of campus like he'd done this walk a hundred times before."Figured I'd catch you between exams instead of waiting for you by the dorms."“You couldn't call?”“I was around the area, plus I needed to check on you and be sure you're okay.”We settled into a corner booth, drinks ordered more out of habit than actual thirst, and I studied him across the table, searching for whatever news had prompted an actual in-person visit instead of another apologetic call. He seemed relaxed on the surface, easy smile in place, but his eyes moved a fraction too often toward me with a kind of practiced casualness that felt, the longer I sat with it, less like id
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: Chapter 100Zach's POVThe next exam sat two days later, financial modeling with Professor Saks. I remembered, distantly, a version of myself from earlier in the semester who'd stayed late in office hours just to ask follow up questions about sensitivity analysis, hungry for the kind of clarity that came from truly understanding a system down to its bones.That version of myself felt impossibly far away as I settled into my seat in the smaller seminar room, morning light slanting thin and pale through blinds someone had only half opened, dust motes drifting visible in the narrow beams like slow, indifferent snow.Professor Saks distributed the exam packets himself, moving methodically down each row, the heel of his shoes clicking soft against linoleum in a rhythm that under normal circumstances I would have found almost soothing. Today it only sharpened the tension already coiled tight behind my sternum, every sound in the room registering slightly too loud, slightly too close, my nerves stretched
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
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