Fake-dating the hockey player

God was a man. I knew that much because the man in front of me looked like one.Honey-brown eyes, a jawline sharper than my future, and a body sculpted by the divine. I believe my jaws dropped to the floor when his familiar body bangs against the glass. Ajax winked at me, his grin toothy and wide; and I nearly died.I screamed, my fingers squeezing Marie's as I jumped like a kid. “Did you see that, Marie? He told me he loved me.”“No. Ouch.” She pulled away and massaged her fingers. “He only winked at you. He does that all the time to his fans.”“No but this one was a very unique one.” I return my gaze to the hockey match, my eyes following every move Ajax makes.“He's so dreamy.” I smiled.“Eww! Stop drooling at my boyfriend.” The water bottle hit my head in a loud chunk and I whipped around to find Missy Cooper laughing with her friends.She was not wearing a jersey like most of the women in the box were. She was wearing a jacket with Ajax's number on it. Your guess is right. She's

People won't stop following me.I mean that's a good thing, right? I've always imagined being a celebrity and the paparazzi following me. Hell, I'd always wanted to say “no pictures, please,” but not like this. Not when I'm running from the so-called paparazzi.“Miss Turnpike, I need you to answer my question.” A middle-aged man said as he ran behind me.“Stop following me!” I screamed at him.“I can't do that. This story's too good to pass up.” He called out again“Too good? Who the hell follows a college student with a camera?!”“A reporter and that's my job! The question, honey. I'm gonna need answers!”“Go away!” I ran past a small cake store when an arm suddenly grabbed me and I vanished into the alley.I tried to scream but his gloved hand closed my mouth.“One peep out of you and that's it.” He threatened.I'd recognize that voice anywhere. I threw my eyes open. “Ajax!”“Can you keep your voice down for once?! You're like a human jukebox!” He whisper-hissed as the reporter and