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Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend Chapter 127
CLARAMorning came slower than usual, dragging itself through the cracks of dawn like it, too, wasn’t ready to face what the day had to offer. I woke up to silence—an unnerving one that hung heavy in the house like fog. No humming from the kitchen. No distant whistling from Caleb’s room. Just air and the faint sound of my heartbeat.My phone screen blinked with unread messages, the words from last night’s school-wide uproar still echoing in my head. Everyone now knew I was the creator of Curves and Courage—the anonymous magazine for plus-sized girls that had been secretly circulating for two years. My anonymity had been my shield. Now, it was gone.I lay in bed for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling. I should’ve felt relieved, maybe proud even, that the truth was finally out. But instead, there was a hollow space in my chest that wouldn’t fill. The management had summoned me to their office first thing this morning.When I finally stepped into the hallway, Caleb was already at the
Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend Chapter 126
AARONI didn’t understand what was happening.Clara’s voice still rang in my ears long after she stopped talking, the words sinking in slowly, painfully, like pebbles dropping one by one into still water. Curves & Courage. That name—I’d seen it floating around online, mostly reposted by girls in my class or on campus forums, with hashtags about body positivity and acceptance. But it never once crossed my mind that Clara could be behind it.She stood up there at the front of the auditorium, her voice steady even as the crowd murmured. Everyone looked either stunned, amused, or suddenly interested. I sat frozen, my hand gripping my knee, pretending I was calm when, really, my pulse was racing.People were whispering now, loud enough that the noise became a low hum beneath the crackle of the microphone.“Oh, she’s the savior of fat people—how didn’t I guess?”“I swear I thought that magazine was written by professionals.”“She’s really been hiding this?”“Wait, Clara? That same girl who
Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend Chapter 125
CLARAI was halfway through editing a new piece for the magazine when the message came in. “Rowan’s off the team.” Three simple words that didn’t make sense at first. I read it twice, maybe three times, before my heart started hammering in my chest.Off the team? That couldn’t be real.I dropped my phone and rushed out of the classroom, ignoring the curious looks from my friends. The hallway was noisy—typical end-of-day chatter—but I could barely hear any of it. All I could think about was Rowan.When I found him, he was sitting alone in the back of the bleachers behind the gym, his head lowered, his bag tossed carelessly beside him. The sound of sneakers squeaking in the distance mixed with faint music from someone’s speaker. He looked like he’d been carved out of silence.“Rowan?” My voice came out softer than I intended.He didn’t look up immediately. When he finally did, I wished he hadn’t. His eyes looked red, not from anger—but from exhaustion. From breaking.“You heard,” he sai
Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend Chapter 124
ROWANThe school gates look the same, but nothing feels familiar.It’s only been two weeks, yet walking through them feels like stepping into someone else’s life. The laughter in the courtyard, the shuffle of backpacks, the scent of wet grass after last night’s rain—it all hits me at once, too much and too little at the same time.I tug my hoodie lower over my head, hoping no one stares. They do anyway. Their whispers sting more than I expect. Maybe it’s just in my head, but I swear I can hear them—soft and sharp at the same time.I shouldn’t have come back.But I have to. It’s my final year, my exams are coming, and I can’t throw away everything because of a rumor that refuses to die.I take a deep breath and walk faster toward the locker rooms, telling myself to focus. Maybe if I stay quiet, maybe if I keep my head down, things will go back to normal.Then I see the ice rink through the glass wall.My chest tightens.God, I’ve missed it—the sound of blades slicing ice, the echo of t
Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend Chapter 123
CALEBI should be getting ready for school too, but instead, I’m sitting on my bed, staring at the faint mark on the carpet where her suitcase used to rest when she first moved in with us. The air feels thick this morning, and every time I blink, I see her face from last night — the way she looked at Rowan. Soft, uncertain, guilty.She never looks at me that way. Not even once.I drag a hand through my hair and let out a dry laugh. It’s funny how a single look can make you feel invisible. It’s not like I haven’t tried. I’ve been here for her, every single time she cried, every time she doubted herself. But somehow, it’s always him — Rowan, the saint, the misunderstood one, the boy everyone suddenly feels sorry for.I stand, grab my bag, and head downstairs. My parents’ laughter echoes from the kitchen, something about a joke my dad cracked. I glance in and see their bright smiles, their little domestic world untouched by the kind of confusion swirling in my head.If only love were t
Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend Chapter 122
CALEBThe first sound that makes me look up is the slam of a door upstairs. After that, nothing.No voices, no footsteps—just silence thick enough to make the air in the living room feel heavier. I’m still sitting where I’ve been since Rowan walked in behind Clara, my jaw locked, my eyes fixed on the staircase.I tell myself to mind my own business. Whatever happens between them is none of mine. But that’s a lie that lasts maybe thirty seconds.Because she’s my sister.Because I know what that guy has done, what he’s been accused of, what kind of attention he brings.Because I hate that she invited him upstairs.I should have left. I should have stepped outside, let them talk in the living room like normal people. Instead, I sit here like an idiot, tapping my fingers on the armrest, counting every muffled sound that leaks through the ceiling. A drawer sliding. Maybe her chair scraping. Maybe his voice—too low to make out, but still enough to twist my stomach.Ten minutes pass. Then
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