All Chapters of Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hazel's POV His room was wasn't any different from he it was from the day of the party except that now, he had a few books scattered on his table. I let down my shoulders 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 he had just given me. “You really don’t have to.” “I do,” he said firmly. "Now, go get changed and have some rest before I change my mind.” In my normal element I would have given him a comeback, but now all I could do was to offer a weak smile then I made my way to his bathroom When I entered the room again, I sank onto his bed, the mattress dipped softly beneath me. The blanket fel

Hazel's POV A few months ago, this would have been my wildest dream, walking hand in hand with the campus bad boy, the hockey captain and the most popular guy on campus. If someone had told me then that Jaxon Carter would be the one holding my hand, I probably would’ve skinned the person alive. But not today. The hallways buzzed with whispers as we walked in. I might as well get used to been gossiped about only that this time I was branded also a thief on false accusations. Jaxon’s grip tightened around mine as if daring anyone to look too long. “Eyes up, Hazel,” he murmured beside me, his tone calm but edged with protectiveness. “They’ll get bored when you stop giving them a show.” I nodded, bracing my chin up and he continued. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Let them talk. You’ve got nothing to prove to them.” Something in his voice steadied me. That rare softness in his tone, the one he never showed anyone else had become my anchor lately.

Jaxon’s POV Hazel didn’t look back once, not even when I called her name the first time. She moved like she was trying to outrun her shadows. I tossed my stick to Johnson and jogged down to catch up with her. She has already been through a lot and I hate to be the reason why she shrinks the more. I caught her just before the heavy exit door slammed shut. “Hazel,” I called out, “Stop!” She didn’t. She just kept walking fast with head down. So I stepped in front of her. She halted abruptly, her eyes wide, and I could see the hurt shining so bright in it, I felt it deep down in my gut. Damn! What have I done? All because of a conversation that didn’t mean a damn thing. “What do you want, Jaxon?” she whispered, her voice thin. “Look,” I started carefully, “whatever you think you saw back there, it’s not what you think.” She scoffed. “Oh, here we go. The classic line.” “No it's not...” “Its not? She had her hands all over you, Jaxon and you were laughing with her like i

Hazel's POV I remained by Jaxon's side, my hand wouldn't stop trembling not even when I laced my fingers through his. His face had paled under the dim light, and his jaw clenched against whatever pain was tearing through him. Then my instinct finally kicked in.“Stay here,” I whispered, not even sure he could hear me. “I’ll be right back.”I bolted out of the room, barely remembering to wear my slippers. My socks slid across the cold floor as I raced down the stairs but it was the least of my problem, my heart was pounding so fast, I was scared it will fall out of my rib cage.The apartment living room was still alive with noise but as I walked through it breathless, every head turned to me.“Whoa, Hazel,” Johnson said, his eyebrows shooting up from where he stood. “Everything okay? You look...”“Fine,” I cut him off, trying to steady my voice. “Totally fine. Just… need some ice.”“Ice?” Marcus smirked. “What did you do, tripped in the bathroom with Carter?”"Ohhh.. you know, man loo

Jaxon’s POVIf there was one thing I hated more than losing a match, it was watching Hazel get torn apart by something she didn't do all because of a spoilt princess does like her.Before we faced the Dean for hearing, I overheard Tiffany bragging to her gang about how she is got everything sorted because her dad was a major donor to our college. So the outcome of the interrogation was not a surprise to me.Regardless, I still have to sort out Hazel's stay in the apartment while waiting to get her name cleared.Standing now outside Mr. Rivers’ office, trying to convince myself this wasn’t a futile mission. I ran a hand through my hair, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door.“Come in,” came the deep voice from inside.When I stepped in, Trey was already there, sitting there in one of the couch, his arms folded like he owned the place. His jaw clenched the second he saw me.“Captain Carter, to what do I owe this visit?” Mr. Rivers called out“I need your approval,” I said, forcing