All Chapters of Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hazel's POV The roar of the arena still buzzed with excitement in my ears from the fans as I made my way up the steps, weaving past people who were still talking about the win. My stepdad didn't look pleased at all. He was still standing with his arms crossed, and he didn't look like someone who had just watched his team win. His eyes never left me till I got to his front.“Hazel.” His voice cut through the noise, low and sharp, once I reached him.“Dad..” I muttered.“What was that?” His blurted. “You parading yourself in Jaxon Carter's jersey.. You are frolicking around Trey's biggest rival like some silly girl with no sense? Do you know how this looks?”Heat rushed to my face. My fingers tightened on the railing, sweaty against the metal. His eyes pinned me down, heavy and unrelenting, waiting for my response.I swallowed hard, “I wasn’t..”“You weren’t what?” His tone carried that scoff that always made me feel like a ten-year-old being reprimanded. “You think Jaxon is serious a

Hazel’s POVI couldn’t sleep.The image of Jaxon’s back as he walked out of the library kept flashing in my head. Each step he took away from me made me regret what I had said earlier to him.I had pushed him too hard, or maybe I am overthinking everything, I don’t even know anymore. All I know is that I want to call him back, to explain and apologize for being a jerk. I picked up my phone to dial his number but I suddenly grecold feetNow, hours later, I was still curled up on my bed, with my textbooks open, but I hadn't flipped any pages. Then the rattling of the door made me jolt.“Hazel?” Sasha’s voice floated through. “Don’t tell me you’re brooding in there with the lights off again.”When the door finally cracked open and light flooded the room, I squinted as Sasha slipped inside, tossing a bag of chips and two sodas on my desk while kicking off her shoes.She took one look at me and whistled low. “Wow. You look like someone just ran over your cat.”I hissed. “Except that I hat

Jaxon’s POV I should’ve stayed pissed at her after the way she acted cold to me in the library; most girls wouldn’t have gotten a second glance from me, but when I heard, there I was seated beside her. Minutes into the movie but she wasn’t watching. I could tell by the way her shoulders stayed stiff, every whisper made her fingers tighten on the popcorn tub without eating any of it. “Let her spread it.” That was what I replied to her. The words were barely out of my mouth when her fingers twitched against mine, like she didn’t even realize she was still holding on. “You..you don’t care?” she blurted out “Don’t look like the world’s ending,” I muttered, keeping my voice low so only she could hear. “It’s just a picture.” Her eyes darted to me, wide and frantic. “You don’t get it,” she whispered, her voice cracking so low I almost didn’t hear it. “She’ll twist it. She always does.” I tried to grin, play it off, even if my mind was unsettled. “Hazel, I’ve had worse pictures poste

Hazel’s POV All 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 judgm

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, try not to overthink it.” 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 me. I sneaked a glance at him and quickly turned away when he caught me. "You keep looking at me like a mystery,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging up. "More like I am trying to figure you out,” I turned on my side to face him. “Careful, sweetheart, you might find out I'm contagious,” he smirked. I groaned, shoving his arm lightly. “You’re so full of yourself.” “Maybe,” he raised his brows. "But I like that you notic