All Chapters of Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

CALEBI collapsed onto my bed, dragging the mattress slightly with me as if the weight of my own body couldn’t be contained. The room felt smaller than usual, corners pressing in like the walls themselves were judging me. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale strips, but it didn’t bring warmth, only awareness—awareness of how trapped I felt in the aftermath of everything. A few days had passed since the storm at school, but the chaos hadn’t faded; it had only nested itself deeper into my chest, a gnawing, relentless weight that pressed on my ribs.The house was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic outside. I could almost hear the pulse of the city beyond, people moving, laughing, living—while I sat, suspended in guilt, frustration, and anger at myself. My chest ached from the knowledge that every choice I had made had consequences I wasn’t ready to face. I wanted Clara. I wanted Rowan gone. I wanted control. And now all I had was shame, guilt, and a deep, unrelenting

ROWANThe morning sunlight sliced through my blinds, landing squarely on my face, waking me earlier than I expected. I groaned, shifting under the sheets, but something heavier than sleep weighed on me. The MVP competition. Today wasn’t just any game—it was the culmination of weeks, months, maybe even a lifetime of pushing myself, recovering from suspension, and trying to regain footing after everything that had happened. My pulse picked up as I thought about it.I sat on the edge of my bed, letting my hands fall to my knees, staring at the floor. Two weeks ago, I would have been curled in a ball, uncertain, terrified of what awaited me if I stepped onto the field. But now… now I had purpose, a reason beyond personal glory. And that reason had a name: Clara.Clara.I had replayed her expressions in my mind countless times. The day I returned from suspension, the way her eyes lingered on me, a mixture of concern and caution. How she had encouraged me without pushing too hard, giving

ROWAN Saturday sunlight filtered through the blinds like a promise. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed quiet mornings until this one — no chaos, no rumors, no meetings at the head teacher’s office. Just peace. And Clara.It had been months since everything fell apart and came back together again. The MVP game, the apologies, the gradual healing. Life felt... lighter now. Maybe because I’d stopped carrying guilt that was never mine to bear. Or maybe because, somewhere along the way, I learned that forgiveness could set you free.I was meeting Clara today — she’d said yes when I asked if we could talk. My hands shouldn’t have been trembling, but they were. I’d faced crowds chanting my name, stood beneath stadium lights, yet somehow, facing Clara was the one thing that made me nervous.The café where we met was quiet, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. She was already there when I walked in, wearing a cream sweater and light jeans, a notebook beside her half-finished cup o