Todos los capítulos de Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Daniel’s POV“...A housewarming party?” my father repeated slowly.The knife in his hand stopped mid-air. Half-cut carrots sat on the chopping board while steam rose from the boiling pot nearby, filling the kitchen with the smell of pepper soup and onions. He turned fully toward me this time, his brows raised with genuine shock.I nodded once, but even that small movement felt difficult.Talking to my parents about anything related to my social life was exhausting. Every conversation somehow became an interview, a lecture, or a business meeting disguised as concern.“This is the first time a boy has invited you somewhere outside hockey,” Father said, and suddenly his entire face lit up. “Daniel, how can I possibly say no to that? Go out. Have fun. Maybe this is finally your person.”I nearly choked. “It’s not like that,” I replied immediately. “He’s just a teammate. I don’t even like him that way.”Father gave me a look that screamed I don’t believe you at all. Unfortunately, that was

Daniel’s POV“Faggot.”“Son of two faggots.”“Weirdo.”Those words followed me through almost every year of high school.Some people whispered them when I walked past. Others said them loudly to my face just to hear their friends laugh afterward. I still remember coming home with dirt on my clothes after getting shoved into the field during lunch break while the entire class watched like it was entertainment.The strange thing was… my parents never reacted the way I wanted them to. Whenever I complained, they didn’t look angry or protective; instead, they looked disappointed. Not in the bullies, but in me.“Tighten the fuck up, Daniel.” That was always their solution.Be stronger, ignore them, study harder, and train harder. Become successful enough that nobody would dare laugh at you again.Meanwhile, they spent more time talking about Lambert’s achievements than asking how my day went. My schedules were built around his. My school life and training routines were compared to his. My

Daniel's POVTraining started almost immediately. The moment I woke up and forced the alcohol out of my system, I had to drag myself back to the rink.“Yo, look who finally decided to show up,” Martin called out the second I entered the locker room.Most of my teammates were already there. Some were halfway dressed in their jerseys, while others sat around talking loudly. The familiar smell of different colognes, ice, and sports spray filled the room.I rolled my eyes at Martin while dropping my bag beside my locker. “You're the youngest here. Learn how to stay quiet sometimes,” I muttered.Martin gasped dramatically. “Bullying a minor before practice is crazy.”“You're twenty.”“Still young.”I ignored him and opened my locker, but my movements paused immediately.There was a bottle of milk sitting neatly beside my gloves. A sticky note was attached to it.‘Good luck today. I'm cheering for you :)’My brows furrowed automatically. I didn’t need to ask who left it there.The moment I

Daniel's POV By the time training ended, my entire body ached.Sweat clung to the back of my neck beneath my gear, and the cold air inside the rink no longer felt refreshing. Everyone slowly skated off the ice while talking amongst themselves.Unfortunately, Carl stayed beside me the entire time. “You're slower when you're distracted, James,” he commented while removing his helmet.I glared at him tiredly. “You're annoying when you breathe, Carl. Also, stop calling me James, I prefer Daniel.” “Wow.” Carl placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “And here I was thinking we bonded today. I did a lot of research before I could get your middle name. Don't you think I deserve to be rewarded?”“I wasn't the one who told you to stay up all night,” I replied curtly.“Mhm,” Carl hummed.The irritating thing was that he didn’t sound offended anymore. It was almost like he already expected me to deny everything he said.The second we stepped back into the locker room, the noise returned imme

Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVOne week in HIStory was exactly what I needed.The ocean had always known how to quiet my mind better than people ever could. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore drowned out thoughts I didn’t want to hear, and for the first time in weeks, I could finally breathe without feeling like my chest was collapsing in on itself.Catherine insisted on bringing me back to Toronto herself.She had been furious after hearing what happened between Kane and me, but strangely enough, that wasn’t what upset her the most. What truly bothered her was hearing that new players had already been brought into Team Canada.She wasn't angry because she disliked the idea of strengthening the team, but because she knew Marshall. Marshall was mischievous, and she feared he had ulterior motives.I suspected that Carl transferred teams just for Daniel, but since I couldn't prove Felix's presence, I kept quiet and kept what I knew to myself.For an entire week, I avoided ho