Todos os capítulos de Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Hazel’s POVI returned to campus knowing it would feel different, yet I was not prepared for how quickly the air would shift when I walked through the hallways. Conversations thinned and then dissolved altogether, as though my presence pressed a mute button on the entire courtyard. I felt it before I saw it. The stares, the sideways glances, the phones lifting just high enough to record without being obvious.“She distracted him.”“That’s why he missed his block.”The whispers wrapped around me like smoke. Some voices were sharp with blame, others almost satisfied as they insisted Trey’s hit had not been accidental, that jealousy had been simmering long before that night. I should have felt crushed, and I did, yet beneath the humiliation was a thin thread of relief. At least some of them could see it. At least I was not the only one who believed the truth.Still, it hurt.A group near the lockers fell silent as I passed.“She’s only able to show her face on campus because of Mr. Riv

Jaxon’s POVI arrived at the edge of the rink long before the team arrived, rolling my shoulders slowly as if patience alone can repair what was broken. The doctor’s voice still echoes in my mind, warning me about permanent damage, about missed games, about risks that could erase everything I have been working toward. I try not to hear it, yet every movement brings it back.I grip the railing and attempt the lift again.The moment my arm rises halfway, fire tears through the joint. My teeth clamp together and I hold the position longer than I should, refusing to let the pain decide the limits of my body.Then the strength gives out.My arm drops and I exhale slowly.Across the rink the team practices without me, their skates glide on the ice, a stark contrast to my stiff movement, I remained on the sidelines like a ghost of the captain I was yesterday. I could feel their eyes sometimes. Some look sympathetic. Others look uncertain. None of them say anything, and somehow the silence i

Tiffany’s POVI refuse to watch my crown slide off my head while everyone pretends it belongs to someone else.The campus may be pretending that Hazel Pierce suddenly matters, but I know better than anyone how quickly attention can shift if someone knows exactly where to push and I know exactly where to push.I sat at the long table in the cheer lounge with my phone resting in front of me while the girls moved around the room pretending they were stretching before practice. No one has mentioned the tension that has followed me since Trey and I broke up, but I see it in the small whispers that stop when I walk past, side conversations that continue without me.They thought I was finished when Trey walked away. Then they thought I was pathetic when he came back.Campus royalty should never look uncertain. So I fixed it.“Everyone’s talking about Hazel again,” Chloe says from the other side of the room, tying her hair into a tight ponytail. “Apparently she’s with Jaxon every day now.”

Hazel’s POVThe glow from my phone lights up the dark corner of my room while I scroll through the comment section of the blog post I uploaded earlier that day. I did not expect it to explode the way it did. The shares keep climbing, screenshots bouncing across student pages, people tagging each other like they’ve discovered something rebellious.A few comments are still cruel, of course. The internet never runs out of those. But mixed among them are messages defending me, mocking the ridiculous stories that have been floating around campus.I lean back against my pillow and exhale slowly. Yeah… If Tiffany thought I was just going to sit quietly while she dragged my name through the mud, she clearly doesn’t know me very well.I smiled at the thought of how she would look right now seeing that everyone was not buying her cheap rumours anymore. I know she would have a comeback but for now I choose to relish in this momenyMy phone suddenly vibrates in my hand, interrupting the quiet mo

Jaxon’s POVThe rink was nearly silent when I finished the last set of exercises. The air smelled faintly of ice and sweat, the boards cold beneath my fingers as I rotated my shoulder slowly, testing the ache that had become a constant reminder of what Trey had done. The team was on the ice as usual, practicing drills, passing the puck back and forth without me, but I stayed where I was. My eyes followed their movements anyway, catching Johnson glancing my way once, Marcus too, and I wasn’t sure what I saw in their expression, if it was concern, doubt or curiosity. At this point, I wasn’t just unsure who my allies were… I was starting to think I didn’t have any left. Trey’s smirk from the meeting, the whispers I’d caught in the locker room, all of it looped endlessly in my mind.My phone buzzed against the bench. I glanced down—Mr. Rivers' calling, which was unusual, I stared at my phone screen for a while before finally taking the call. I pressed the phone to my ear, my shoulder s