All Chapters of Fake dating the captain : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Mia~I sat there in my room staring at my phone with its high brightness I knew if I removed my eyes from me everywhere will be so white, I was scrolling through old pics of me, Zoe, Liv, and yeah, Rowan thrown in there like he was just part of the group, but every time his face popped up with that dumb grin, my chest did this stupid twist, like someone was squeezing it just to remind me how much I loved the idiot and never once opened my mouth about it because what, I was supposed to just blurt it out over coffee to a famous hockey player who probably had more people drooling over him than the members of my community? No, I kept it zipped, hoping maybe Zoe would pick up on the vibes, she's supposed to be the observant one in our trio, or Liv would notice how I always laughed extra hard at his jokes on media or even when they were lame as hell, but nope, nothing, crickets, they just kept on like everything was normal, and then Zoe goes and sets him up with Liv like it's no big deal

~Mia~I sat in the car like a total idiot, engine off, hands still gripping the wheel even though we weren't moving anymore, staring at Kacy's front door while Rowan knocked again, louder this time, and my stomach flipped so hard I thought I might actually throw up right there on the dashboard. What the hell was I doing? I'd dragged him all the way out here on some half-baked revenge fantasy, hoping he'd walk in on Liv and Kacy mid-makeout or whatever, get jealous, storm out, and somehow end up turning to me like "Mia, you're the one I've always wanted," which, yeah, sounded pathetic even in my head, but here we were anyway.Rowan turned back to me from the porch, frowning, hands in his pockets like he was trying to play it cool but his shoulders were all tense. "Mia, you coming or what? You said she wanted to see me… why're you just sitting there?"I swallowed hard, forcing a laugh that came out all wrong, shaky and fake. "Yeah, yeah, coming, just... give me a sec, parking karma or s

~Mia~I just stood there, staring at Liv after we both told Kacy to shut up, and the room felt like it was closing in, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, and before I could even think straight, the words just tumbled out because fuck it, everything was already ruined. "You know what, Liv? I always got what I wanted growing up, like before you showed up in my life back in kindergarten or whatever, boys would line up just to talk to me, and it was easy, but then you waltzed in with your stupid perfect smile and that way you laugh at everything like it's the funniest shit ever, and suddenly it's hard, everything's hard because they all notice you first, and I end up with the scraps, the guys you don't want, the ones who are like second choice because yeah, I know I'm better than you in a lot of ways, prettier maybe, funnier for sure, but why the hell should I have to settle for love from men I don't even want just because you're hogging all the good ones without even t

~MiaI felt my chest tighten, tears spilling over now because hearing her say that hit harder than the slaps, and I stepped forward, voice breaking. "Liv, please, I didn't mean it like that, I was just mad and saying stupid shit to hurt you because I was hurting, but you're right, it was too far, way too far, and I'm sorry, like really sorry from the bottom of my dumb heart."She didn't look at me, just shook her head. "Save it, Mia, apologies don't fix everything, especially not this." Zoe gave me a sympathetic glance but stayed quiet, and Kacy cleared his throat from the kitchen like he was dying of awkwardness. We all just sat there in this heavy silence for a bit, me on the floor now because standing felt weird, picking at my nails, the scratches on my arm itching, my cheek still throbbing like a reminder of how bad I'd fucked up.After what felt like an eternity but was probably twenty minutes, I couldn't take it anymore the guilt was eating me alive, mixed with that stupid hope

Rowan"Fine," I muttered, standing up, "lead the way, but if this blows up, it's on you."We headed upstairs to this private lounge area, dim lights and plush couches, and Brett pulled out a joint from his pocket like it was nothing, lighting up and passing it to me. "Here, this'll mellow you out, none of that weak shit." I took a hit, coughing a little because it had been ages, and we ordered a round of top-shelf whiskey, the expensive stuff that burns smooth, and Brett was already on his phone, texting someone. "VIP girls incoming, bro, the kind that make you forget your own name, lap dances, feeding us grapes or whatever, full service." I laughed, the weed hitting me fast, loosening the anger into something fuzzier, and I leaned back, taking another drag. "Grapes? What are we, Roman emperors? You're such a douche, Brett."The girls showed up quickly three of them, all dressed in tiny outfits, smiling like pros, and Brett waved them over, slipping the bouncer some cash. "Ladies, thi