All Chapters of Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Hazel's POVNothing travels as fast as rumour, ever since the investigation into the jacket theft had been made public. Everyone suddenly remembered I existed again, all thanks to Tiffany and her squad.Some believed me, while others didn't but what exhausted me the most was that I couldn’t even breathe without feeling like someone was scanning my face for guilt everywhere I turned on campus.It was pretty easy for everyone to believe Tiffany since I was dating their favourite hockey captain, I badly wanted to fit in that's why I stole a cheer jacket. I wish I could just go back to the old me where no on bothered about my existence but I guess that's too late now.I kept my head down as I left my morning class, gripping my books so tightly my knuckles hurt. I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself I was fine.Until I bumped into Sasha.My supposed roommate and friend —well, former friend at this point—standing beside the cafeteria entrance with two girls from our psych class. She sp

Jaxon's POV The phone rang at the worst possible moment.I was leaning against the edge of the bed, my notebook open, Hazel sitting cross-legged beside me with her glasses slipping down her nose as she reread a paragraph aloud. Her voice was calm, and steady. For the first time in days, my head didn’t feel like it was splitting in two between ice drills and essay deadlines.Then my phone lit up, the sound alone was sharp, slicing through the quiet room. Hazel stopped mid-sentence.I didn’t look at the screen at first. Then my phone buzzed again, insistent. I swallowed and finally glanced down.It was Mr. CarterHazel’s eyes flicked to my face. I quickly got up, nearly knocking the chair over.“I...I need to take this,” I muttered.Then I stepped into the narrow hallway and answered.“What,” I said. I didn't bother with any pleasantries.His voice came through the speaker, smooth and cold, like it always did. “So you finally picked up,” he said. “I was starting to think you’d forgott

Jaxon's POV My hands were still shaking not from the fight—God knows I’ve been in enough of those to build tolerance—but from the sight of Hazel standing there while Trey said all the inappropriate stuff.I wanted to chase him down the hall and finish what I’d started. I wanted to make damn sure he never came near her again.But Hazel touched held me back.Just one small, trembling touch and all that violent energy inside me snapped like a weak stick.“Let him go Jaxon. This isn’t protecting me.”Her voice wasn’t steady but it was enough to drag me away from the doorway. I let her pull me back into my room.The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly the apartment felt impossibly quiet. Hazel didn’t say anything or scold me. She leaned on the wall staring at me as she took my hand.Her breath caught the moment she saw the blood on my knuckles, bright red smeared over skin already split from the earlier hits.Her fingers brushed the raw part, and I hissed slightly, more from surpri