Todos os capítulos de Faking It With The Hockey Playboy: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Ryan POVSaturday night, my teammates texted asking if I wanted to hang out.I had been avoiding everyone since the confrontation with Lila. Since reading Derek's letter. Since threatening to tell our parents if she chose him.But sitting at home was driving me crazy. Every time I saw Lila in the house, she looked at me with hurt and anger. The tension was unbearable.So when the text came through inviting me to hang out at Marcus's house, I said yes.Marcus's parents were out of town for the weekend. His older brother had bought alcohol. It was the typical setup for a party that would probably get out of hand.When I arrived, there were already about fifteen people there. My hockey teammates. Some of their girlfriends. A few other people from school.And Cassandra.She was sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand, laughing at something one of the guys was saying.She looked up when I walked in and smiled. "Ryan! You actually came out. I was starting to think you had become a her

Lila POVBy Wednesday, I had stopped expecting things to get better.The rumors continued. The stares continued. The comments continued. I moved through school like a ghost, trying to be invisible while somehow being the center of attention.Ryan was nowhere. I saw him once in the hallway between classes, but he turned and walked the other way when he spotted me. He was avoiding me completely.Part of me was angry. If he had told people about what happened between us, if he had spread the rumors, then he should at least have the courage to face me.But another part of me was relieved. I did not want to talk to him. Did not want to hear his excuses or apologies or whatever he might say.Derek was still in Vermont. Still stuck doing manual labor for his father. Still trying to earn his way back home.I had not responded to his letter. Had not found a way to contact him. Had no idea what I would even say if I could.So I was completely alone. No Derek. No Ryan. No one to talk to or lean

Lila POVThe meeting with Principal Morrison had been on Wednesday. She had called my parents to schedule a meeting for the following Monday.By Friday, the posts were still continuing. Every day brought new excerpts from my stories. New humiliation. New debates in the comments about whether I was talented or disturbed.Friday after school, I was walking to my car when someone called my name."Lila, wait."I turned to see Cassandra approaching."What do you want?" I asked coldly."To talk," Cassandra said. "Somewhere private.""I have nothing to say to you," I said."Please," Cassandra said. "Just five minutes."Against my better judgment, I followed her to a quiet area behind the school building."What?" I demanded."I know you think I am the one posting your stories," Cassandra said."Are you not?" I asked."No," Cassandra said, looking me directly in the eyes. "I am not.""Why should I believe you?" I asked."Because I have no reason to lie," Cassandra said. "Yes, I threatened you.

Lila POV"She said she would make sure everyone knew I was a pervert," Derek said quietly. "That I blackmailed a minor into a relationship by threatening to expose sexual content she wrote. She said she would frame it like I was grooming you. Like I was the predator and you were the victim."I stared at him. "What?""Cassandra said if I did not stay away from you, she would go to the authorities," Derek continued. "Would tell them I manipulated you. Coerced you. That the fake relationship was all about me controlling you for my own sick purposes.""But that is not what happened," I said."Does not matter," Derek said bitterly. "The optics are terrible. I am eighteen. You are seventeen. I blackmailed you with sexual content you wrote. Even though our relationship became real, even though you developed feelings for me too, it does not change how it started."I felt the weight of what he was saying. Derek was right. The way our relationship began was indefensible. And Cassandra knew it.

Lila POVAfter Ryan left my room last night, I did not sleep at all. I just lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying him reading my words back to me. The shame was crushing.He had not said anything else after finishing the excerpt. Had just looked at me with an expression I could not read, then left my room without another word.I did not know what he was thinking. Did not know what he would do with the information. Did not know if he would tell our parents or keep it to himself.Tuesday morning came too soon. I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for school mechanically. My mother was already gone for work. My stepfather too. Ryan had left early again.At school, the stares and whispers continued. More people had seen the posts. More people knew about my stories. The gossip had spread beyond just our school to other schools in the district.I made it through first period without incident. In second period, a student aide came with a note for the teacher.The teacher read it