LOGINJaxon’s POVImmediately the door shut behind Hazel, the tension of the room became more unbearable Trey stepped forward immediately, his eyes locked on me. “What the hell was that out there?”I didn’t move. “What are you talking about?”“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the room.“Johnson scores and suddenly it’s all about you again.”A few of the guys shifted where they stood but none of them said a word.I leaned back against one of the lockers, arms folded across my chest .“I stood up to support my teammate.”Trey laughed, short and bitter. “Support? That’s what you call it?” He gestured toward the door. “The crowd wasn’t chanting Johnson’s name. They were chanting yours.”I didn’t answer him right away wondering about the point he was trying to prove.Johnson stood a few lockers away, his stick resting against the wall. He looked between us, his muscles tensed, like he didn’t want to be part of this.“That winning goal should’ve been his momen
Hazel's POV After a while, Mr. Edward exhaled slowly, as if letting the thought go.“Strange,” he murmured.Jaxon tilted his head slightly staring at him. “What is the issue?”His eyes returned to me once more.“She reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago. Mostly her eyes.”My throat went drySomeone he used to know? Who?“Your full name, Miss?”“Hazel Pierce”“Pierce…” he repeated under his breath.He said it with so much curiosity like he was weighing it.Comparing it to something only he could see.My stomach twisted.Why did that feel… important?His eyes lifted back to mine, and this time, the intensity was sharper. Then just as quickly, he smiled again waving a hand dismissively putting up a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.Then he turned to Jaxon“You’re a lucky young man. Make sure you remember that.”Jaxon cleared his throat, holding on to my shoulder “Thank you, sir.”He flashed both of us a smile“Well, I look forward to seeing you on the rink soon, boy.” and
Hazel’s POVGame nights always carried a kind of electricity. Right now, the entire campus seemed to move toward the arena like it was the only place that mattered. Every other thing seemed to have been placed on hold— the rumors and interviews, just for tonight.The Ice Hounds still had a season to finish.The problem was… nothing about this game felt like just another match because Jaxon wasn't playing.Trey on the other hand was parading himself as the new captain, he looked like someone who had been waiting his whole life for this moment.Jaxon’s fingers were wrapped around mine as we walked into the arena together. The moment we stepped inside, the shift was instant. Heads turned, conversations cut off mid-sentence, and the weight of their attention settled on my skin like heat. Some stared in admiration while others stared in concern but we didn't stop to look We kept walking until we reached the reserved section near the front close enough to the ice. It was where benched pl
Jaxon’s POV“I was wondering when you’d decide to call, Jaxon.”The man on the other end of the call sounded calm. I started racking my memory to pick any familiarity from his voice but I didn't recognize any.I sat up on my bed, the phone still pressed tighter against my ear. The man sounded calm, like he had been waiting for this moment.“Who is this?” I asked.There was a little silence before he continued.“My name isn’t important. What matters is the opportunity I’m calling about.”That answer didn’t help.“Try again,” I said, my voice sharper. “Who are you?”“I represent a private sports performance group,” he said. “We work with injured athletes who still have strong professional potential.”The words made me pause.‘Professional potential’. Was this the NHL in disguise trying to lure me into giving out my information?That wasn’t a phrase people used casually when they were talking about college players unless they were thinking about the next level.The scouts had been watc
Jaxon’s POVThe rink was nearly silent when I finished the last set of exercises. The air smelled faintly of ice and sweat, the boards cold beneath my fingers as I rotated my shoulder slowly, testing the ache that had become a constant reminder of what Trey had done. The team was on the ice as usual, practicing drills, passing the puck back and forth without me, but I stayed where I was. My eyes followed their movements anyway, catching Johnson glancing my way once, Marcus too, and I wasn’t sure what I saw in their expression, if it was concern, doubt or curiosity. At this point, I wasn’t just unsure who my allies were… I was starting to think I didn’t have any left. Trey’s smirk from the meeting, the whispers I’d caught in the locker room, all of it looped endlessly in my mind.My phone buzzed against the bench. I glanced down—Mr. Rivers' calling, which was unusual, I stared at my phone screen for a while before finally taking the call. I pressed the phone to my ear, my shoulder s
Hazel’s POVThe warmth from last night stayed with me as I stepped onto campus the next morning. My heart felt like it was still tangled in Jaxon’s arm, his laughter replaying in my ears, the brush of his hand against my hair lingering on my skin. For a moment, I almost forgot about school, about the rumours, and about Tiffany.Then reality hit the second I hit my faculty hallway.Tiffany came barreling toward me, eyes blazing, fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t waste a second on politeness. “You’re behind that stupid blog, aren’t you?” she demanded. Her voice cut through the chatter in the hallway like glass.I held my ground. I straightened my shoulders, letting the calm I felt inside carry me through the confrontation. “Must be disappointing that the blog isn’t praising you for once,” I said, keeping my tone steady. My words drew a few stares from students passing by, but I didn’t flinch. I refused to give her the reaction she was looking for.Tiffany studied me, eyes narrowin
Jaxon’s POVI have dated a few girls right from middle school, and to be fair, it hasn't been so many girls as so many people would think, because for most of the time, I wasn't really dating. It was just me flirting.Speaking of flirting now, I am not sure of what was happening between me and Haze
After I got out of the shower, I could still hear the muffled voices outside the door, but this time it was closer and louder than ever. I dismissed it as a voice from downstairs bleeding through the door, Suddenly I heard a very loud knock on the door That made Jaxon jerk up from the bed. Then
Hazel's POV By the time Jaxon carried me into his room, I was shivering so hard that my teeth were clattering. Few minutes ago, I thought I was going to die until he came to my rescue.I held unto my towel so tight, using it as a cover over my bare back and shoulders because my kimono was ruined.
Jaxon's POV"Your girl is drowning in the pool, man." Johnson came barging into my room, his voice sounding so urgent.I almost asked who the hell he was talking about before I recalled that Hazel and I were playing a fake date. I sprang up on my feet immediately and followed him back out to the po







