All Chapters of Fake Dating my Ex's Worst Enemy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Reis’s POVThe cold hits differently when you are pissed. It doesn't get you numb, instead, it sharpens your senses. Every breath burned a little harsher in my chest as I pushed off the ice, my skates carving deep into the surface with more force than necessary. The sound echoed across the rink, sharp and grating, but I didn’t care.I needed the movement, the impact and something to drown out everything running through my head.“Reis, pass!” I barely registered the shout before the puck slid toward me. My instinct kicked in immediately and I caught it cleanly. Now in possession of the puck, I shifted my weight, and shot it straight into the net too hard that the net rattled violently.A few guys whistled.“Damn,” Calvin muttered. “Who pissed you off this early?”I didn’t answer, I just skated back with my jaw tight and eyes scanning the rink until they landed exactly where I didn’t want them to.Ocean wasn’t on the ice and he wasn’t even trying to pretend like he cared about pract

Astrid’s POVThe weekend felt different.It was lighter like the weight I had been carrying all week had decided to loosen its grip, even if just a little.Maybe it was the absence of school or maybe, it was him.My fingers were intertwined with Ocean’s as we walked side by side, a half-melted cup of ice cream in my other hand. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything, and for once, I wasn’t overthinking every single step I took.“You’re eating that too fast,” Ocean said beside me, glancing down at my cup.“Says the one who finished his in two minutes.” I scoffed. “I eat efficiently.” He argued. “You inhale food.”He smirked slightly. “And you drag it out like it’s a life decision.”“Because it is,” I shot back. “Ice cream is serious business, Dawn won't let me have a plate.”He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.“You’re ridiculous.”“And yet, here you are.”His grip on my hand tightened just a little.“Yeah,” he said softly. “Here I am.”Somethi

Astrid’s POVThe roar of the crowd was deafening.It wasn’t just noise, it was alive. It pulsed through the air, vibrating through the bleachers, through my chest and through every nerve in my body. My hands stung from clapping so hard and my voice was already hoarse from screaming, but I didn’t care because he had just scored.Ocean had just scored the final goal, the one that sealed the game where both teams were neck tied. I shot up from my seat, my heart racing wildly as the scoreboard lit up, confirming the win. Around me, students jumped, shouted and hugged each other like we had all just done something monumental.But my eyes were locked on him.He skated across the ice like he owned it, his movements sharp and controlled even in victory. His teammates swarmed him, slamming into him, yelling and celebrating but somehow, even in the middle of all that chaos, he still stood out like he always did. “Your man is insane!” Dawn screamed beside me, grabbing my arm and shaking it

Astrid’s POVThe moment he said those words, I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him carefully.His jaw was tight and his gaze was somewhere far off like he wasn’t really here. The tension around him hadn’t disappeared, even after everything that just happened outside.If anything, it had only shifted into something quiet, heavier and more dangerous.Sucking my teeth, I tilted my head slightly, studying him. “You’re really not going?” I asked.He let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck before finally meeting my eyes then he said, “No.”There was no hesitation in his voice, no second thoughts either. Just a quiet finality that made something in my chest tighten.“I’m sorry,” he added after a moment, his tone softer now. “You probably wanted to go. I just…” he paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t feel like being around people right now.” He added after a brief silence. I stared at him for a second longer, then shook my head immediately.“No,” I said quic

Reis’s POVThe parking lot was quieter than usual.It was the kind of quiet that settles after a long day, when the noise of people fades into the background and all that’s left is the low hum of engines, distant chatter, and the occasional slam of a car door.I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets as I walked toward my car. My jaw was tight and my mind was running in circles.Practice had been brutal, not physically.It was the tension, the looks and the unspoken words hanging in the air every time Ocean and I ended up on the same side of the rink.It was getting worse and I knew it.In fact, everyone knew it.Hugh had pulled me aside twice already, telling me to get my head straight and stop making everything personal.But how the hell was I supposed to do that when everything was personal. When every time I looked across the ice I saw him and when every time I thought about him I saw her with him looking at him the way she used to look at me.My grip tightened inside my pockets