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Chapter 40: Suspended from the dorm
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The air in his room smelled faintly of him, clean, and warm. My shoulders sagged for the first time all night. The tension that had been clawing at my ribs finally let go.He flicked on the small lamp beside the bed. “Here,” he said, tossing me a folded T-shirt from his drawer. “Something to sleep in. It’s clean.”“Thanks,” I whispered.He nodded, pulling a blanket from the closet and dropping it on the floor beside the bed like it was the most normal thing in the world.I stood awkwardly, clutching the shirt. “You really don’t have to.”“I do,” he said firmly. “Go get changed and have some rest before I change my mind.”A faint laugh escaped my lips despite everything. He looked up at the sound and for that moment, his expression softened in a way that made my heart flutter as I made my way to his bathroom.When I entered the room again, I sank onto his bed, the mattress dipped softly beneath me, smelling faintly of him. The blanket felt too comforting as I slid underneath.Jaxon was
Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy Chapter 41: Nowhere to go
Hazel’s POVThe porch light had gone out completely now. Only the soft glow from the street lamp spilled across the driveway, painting my shadow long and crooked on the concrete in front of me.I rang the doorbell again, even though I already knew it was useless.Nothing.I leaned my forehead against the door. “Trey?” My voice barely came out. “Please.”I swallowed a hard lump forming in my throat and pressed my ear against the wood, and for a second, I thought I heard a movement inside, but it was gone as quickly as it came.My knees gave out before I realized I was sitting, right there on the porch step, my arms wrapped around my legs. I wanted to scream, but of course, I couldn't; I just stared at the door, hoping to see it finally open, but that moment never came.I pulled out my phone and dialed Trey's number. It rang twice, but it went straight to voicemail.I tried again.No response too.I sent him a text.Me: Trey, I’m outside. Please open the door. I got suspended from the d
Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy Chapter 40: Suspended from the dorm
Hazel's POV When Jaxon pulled up in front of my dorm, it was already past nine. I should’ve just said goodnight, but a part of me didn’t want the night to end.I unbuckled my seatbelt, trying to hide the nervousness that I still felt. “Thanks… for tonight,” I said quietly.He looked at me, one hand still draped over the steering, “You don’t have to thank me for something I wanted to do.”There it was again, that dangerous softness in his voice that made me have butterflies in my belly.He leaned slightly toward me. “You should get inside. It’s late.”Then he gave my hand a very good squeeze before letting me go. “Goodnight, Jaxon.”“Text me when you get in, okay?” He called out after I closed the door. I couldn't even keep the goofy grin off my face all the way inside, I didn’t care how ridiculous I probably looked, grinning at nothing.But that smile faded the second I climbed the dorm steps.There was an unusual tension in the air and the lights by the entrance were too bright for
Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy Chapter 39: Expensive taste
Hazel's POV “Where are we going?” I asked as Jaxon took a turn down the road. He glanced at me with his eyes glinting under the streetlights. “You’ll see,” he said. Then he winked. Oh that wink! My stomach did a weird somersault, and I immediately looked out the window before he could notice the small, ridiculous smile creeping up my face. The city lights flashed in patterns across his face. He looked so calm, focused, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally tapping to the rhythm of the pop music playing, some song that wasn't familiar to him. I sneaked a glance at him and quickly turned away when he caught me. “You’re staring,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “I’m not,” I said too quickly. “Sure,” he smirked. “But if you were, I wouldn’t complain.” I groaned, shoving his arm lightly. “You’re so full of yourself.” “Confidence, sweetheart,” he said easily. “You should try it sometime.” I tried not to smile, but it slipped through anyway. After about fiftee
Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy Chapter 38: The pick up
Hazel’s POVThe rest of the day dragged so slowly. Every sound in the house made me almost jump out of my skin —the clock ticking, the fridge humming, even my own heartbeat. I tried watching TV, listening to music, even folding laundry just to keep busy but none of it worked. My brain kept reflecting on the conversation I had with Trey.I gave up pretending I was fine by the evening. I picked up my phone lying beside me on the bed, my fingers hovered over Jaxon's contact for a few minutes before I finally typed:“Can you come pick me up?”I stared at the message for another long minute before pressing send. My heart raced immediately after, like I’d done something reckless.I shared my live location with him even though I was sure he knew where I lived. Not that he has visited me before but he had been here because of the team.The Ice Hounds have once hosted their victory party in this house courtesy of my dad. At a party, I locked myself upstairs and pretended I didn't exist.Now
Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy Chapter 37: Only a matter of time
Hazel’s POVAll week, I'd been waiting for a bombshell to drop. I can't count the number of times I skimmed frantically on every blog for a picture of our faces across a headline, but I never found anything. My pulse jumped every time my phone buzzed, even when it was just a weather alert.I did everything in my power to stay out of Jaxon’s orbit. I avoided my regular spots, pretended to be late for class, and even took longer routes across campus just to avoid crossing paths with him.Tiffany hadn’t made a move or maybe she was saving it for the perfect timing. Either way, I was constantly on edge, waiting for her to strike.Jaxon had texted me daily, usually short and casual; You alive? Hello babe! I made sure to respond with only emojis, just to acknowledge receipt of the message but not to continue a conversation. By Saturday morning, I was finally back home for the weekend. My dad was gone on some business trip, which meant I didn’t have to tiptoe around his constant judgment.
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