LOGINJaxon’s POVI haven't taken my eyes off Hazel right from when she was at the porch of the salon till now that she is right here beside me in the car and I am not trying to hide it either.I take her in the way she is right now, the way she looks very well put together. The hottest part is that she doesn’t fully realize what she looks like, and what her looks were doing to me.She shifts slightly under my gaze, adjusting her dress at her side, and I catch the way her fingers keep tapping on her dress the entire time so I took hold of it, which earns me a small smile. I know she wouldn't say much because my mom is around.I lean back just enough to ease the pull in my shoulder, but my attention doesn’t move from her, even when I feel my mother’s eyes flick toward me through the mirror more than once, catching the same thing I’m not trying to hide.She doesn’t say anything but I catch the look she gives me, the slight lift of her brow, the knowing tilt that says she sees exactly what’s
Hazel’s POVMy phone lights up before I’m even fully awake, and when I reach for it, expecting something unusual, I stop the moment I see his name followed by a message that clears every bit of sleep from my eyes.[You have a spa appointment by 12pm, then the stylist afterwards. I am sending you the details soon. Don’t argue. xoxo].I stare at it for long, reading it over and over as if something might change, I couldn't believe my eyesight but there isn’t.I sat up immediately with the phone in my hand, smiling at the thoughtfulness behind the message I quickly type a short response to him.[Bossy…but I like it. Thank you.][Good. I like it when you listen to me.]I don’t even realize I’m smiling until my screen goes dark.“Okay… what was that?” Sasha’s voice snaps me back, she is standing right in front of my bed, with her arms folded, watching me with her eye brows knitted together.“Nothing,” I say immediately, dropping my phone onto the bed.She doesn’t move an inch, her eyes fl
Jaxon’s POVStaying in the hospital after the surgery was like hell, they said it was recovery but it never felt that way. I looked forward to the day I was getting discharged.So today was finally here, the doctor keeps talking while I sit there with my arm resting exactly where they told me to keep it, listening without interrupting because I know this is the part where they expect me to nod and agree, even if I’m already calculating how much of it I’ll actually follow once I’m out of here. He goes over everything again, slowly and clearly, to make sure I was following “Proper rest,” he says, watching me carefully. “No strain or sudden movement. You’ll need to come back for physiotherapy twice a week, and I want you to take this seriously.”I nod once, not arguing, not giving him anything to push against.“I am taking it seriously,” I reply, my voice steady, even if the idea of sitting still for much longer doesn’t sit right with me.When he finally says I’m good to go, I take the
Hazel’s POVAs the new homecoming date gets closer, I can feel it even before anyone says it out loud.I barely have time to campaign because I am almost escaping after class to avoid unnecessary questioning. I have only confided in Sasha that I was going to see Jaxon in the hospital but I hadn't told her the whole truth.Walking into campus this morning, I saw a couple of my posters at the entrance with my bright smile, the same one Sasha had taken of me and decided it was the best fit.I wore my campaign badge today and that was enough to get people staring at me as I walked by. I made sure to keep my shoulders high, as I walked through the hallway in my faculty. But the thought of Jaxon still lingered at the back of my mind, his recovery period and the anonymous agent.With each day passing by, his absence wasn't quiet anymore, not the way it was at first when it felt like something only I noticed, because now a lot of other persons have walked up to me to ask of his whereabouts i
Hazel’s POVAfter Jaxon’s surgery, I just fall into a routine of visiting him everyday after classes, and somehow, each visit makes everything between us feel more real but the more normal it starts to feel… the harder it is to ignore the fact that none of this actually is.Immediately after class, I gather my things before anyone can stop me.I can’t afford to stay when I already know what they’re going to ask… and I don’t have an answer I can safely give.The hospital doors open the same way every time, and I walk through them without slowing down. My steps now are familiar with the path.He’s always awake when I get there.“You’re early,” he says one afternoon, trying to sit up. It was a relief seeing him trying to make even the tiniest movement.“I finished classes early,” I replied, setting my bag down on his favourite protein shake on the side table while I sat beside him.Then I took some time to inspect his shoulders, studying the trace of bandaging, looking out for any change
Hazel’s POV“I’m fine. Don't worry.”The message sits on my screen, small and careless, as if it carries no weight at all, yet the more I stare at it the tighter my chest feels, because this is not the kind of thing you send when everything is actually fine.Before I even realize I’m dialing his number.The call rings too long before dropping into voicemail. I pull the phone away with a sharp breath and call again, pacing the room now because standing still somehow feels worse.“Jaxon… pick up,” I mutter.I call again.This time, it connects and I start talking too fast, his name spilling out along with questions I can’t control…Until the voice that answers isn’t his.I freeze.“…Mrs. Carter?”My voice comes out uncertain, fragile, because I already know something is wrong.Her tone is calm, way too calm.“What’s going on?” The words tumble out. “Where is he?”There’s a long pause from her end and in that space, my mind fills in everything I don’t want to imagine.“We’re at the hosp
Hazel's POVNothing travels as fast as rumour, ever since the investigation into the jacket theft had been made public. Everyone suddenly remembered I existed again, all thanks to Tiffany and her squad.Some believed me, while others didn't but what exhausted me the most was that I couldn’t even br
Trey's POV I stormed into the Ice Hounds’ apartment building, my teeth clenched so tight my jaw ached. Every step rattled through my chest making my heart beat accelerate. My blood boiled hotter than it had in weeks, maybe months. O’Malley’s voice replayed in my head "She is not in the spare roo
Hazel's POV By the next morning, I had barely slept, the memory of last night kept replaying in fragments, the sound of Jaxon’s pained groan, the feel of his hand gripping mine, the quiet plea not to tell anyone about his injury.This morning was a whole new game because I was about to walk straig
Jaxon’s POVIf there was one thing I hated more than losing a match, it was watching Hazel get torn apart by something she didn't do all because of a spoilt princess does like her.Before we faced the Dean for hearing, I overheard Tiffany bragging to her gang about how she is got everything sorted







