Semua Bab Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend : Bab 121 - Bab 130

CLARAI heard the noise before I saw anything. A dull thud, like something being shoved against the wall, followed by raised voices. At first, I thought I imagined it — Caleb didn’t usually yell. But when I heard the next sound, sharper this time, I knew something was wrong.My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I pushed off the bed and hurried into the hallway, the floor cold under my bare feet. My heart was already pounding by the time I turned the corner — and then I saw them.Caleb.And Rowan.Both standing in the narrow space by the door, faces tense, air between them sharp enough to cut through. Caleb’s jaw was tight, his hand still halfway in the air like he’d been about to shove Rowan again. Rowan didn’t move. His eyes flicked from Caleb to me, and for a moment, all I could think about was how much quieter he looked. Not weak — just tired.“What’s going on?” I asked, voice too high, too thin.Caleb looked at me first. “He came here uninvited,” he said, his tone clippe

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

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

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

ROWANThe knock I give the office door is soft, uncertain — like the sound might change the outcome of whatever waits for me inside. I’ve been summoned before, but this one feels different. There’s a tension in the air I can’t name, a pressure that sits on my shoulders even before I step in. I force a small smile, the kind I give when I’m pretending to be fine, and push the door open.The sight before me stops me cold.Clara.Aaron.The head teacher.Three other staff members I barely know by name.Every eye turns toward me the second I step inside, and the air grows heavier. The first instinct that hits me is to step back, to pretend I walked into the wrong place. But then Clara’s gaze catches mine — steady, red-rimmed, and tired — and I can’t move. I shut the door behind me, every click sounding louder than it should.“What’s… what’s going on?” I ask, my voice shaky despite my effort to sound calm.The head teacher sighs, rubbing his temple as if he’s been carrying the weight of thi