All Chapters of The Hockey Player who Hates me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Paige’s POVMy entire body froze.I stared at the door, my heart hammering against my ribs.Fuck.My eyes darted around the room.My clothes were on. Nothing looked obviously suspicious. Knox was still in the shower. If Leah walked into this room and he stepped out of that bathroom, I was officially dead.“Paige?” she called again, knocking. “Are you there?”I grabbed my bag and hurried to the door, opening it just enough to slip through before pulling it shut behind me.Leah stood there, worry written all over her face.“Oh my God. Are you okay?” She immediately reached for my arm. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, trying to avoid looking at her.“You scared me. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up yesterday. My practical ran until evening and—”“I know. I’m okay now.” I gave her my best reassuring smile.She linked her arm through mine as we headed downstairs.“I’m just so tired. I have a deadline coming up for that song I’m writing, remember?”“Yeah, I remember.”“And I have absolutely nothin

Paige's POVI could usually hold my own in most situations. I’d never suffered from anxiety, and very little scared me—not even growing up with an alcoholic mother who seemed to love alcohol more than she loved me.But Professor Jules? She scares me. And, somehow, she also had my complete respect.I had slept past my alarm this morning. Normally, the bus ride to campus took thirty minutes. Today, thanks to the roads being an absolute nightmare, it took nearly an hour and a half.By the time the bus finally found a parking spot, I was already fifteen minutes late.Another five minutes passed before I made it across campus and stopped outside Professor Jules’s office, my nerves wound tighter than piano wire.I knocked once before pushing the door open.“Hi, ma’am. I’m so sorry I’m late,” Professor Jules glanced up from her desk.“It's ok Paige, Sit down” she smiled sweetly, pointing to the chair across from her, “I’m so glad you arrived in one piece, the roads were a nightmare today.”I

Paige's POVMy heart somersaults so hard it’s embarrassing. I’ve spent the whole day forcing myself not to think about this guy, and now here he is in the flesh, his hands wrapped around my waist.For one stupid second, I wanted to melt into him. Feel his solid body on my skin, I couldn't forget how badly he had brought me to climax the other day. I caught myself and stiffened.I turned my head, glaring at him.“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered, his glistening lips just inches away from mine, my thighs clenched. He barely looked at me. His mouth brushed close to my ear. Goosebumps ran all over me. “Just play along.” I frowned. “I’m saving you.”Before I could respond, he looked at Jimmy. Shaking his hand. “Thanks for keeping my girlfriend company.”Jimmy’s eyes widened.“Wait. You’re Knox Tatum?”Knox gave him a brief nod.“Yeah, that's me.” I rolled my eyes, such a show-off. “Damn. I’m a huge fan, man.”“Appreciate it.”Jimmy looked between us, suddenly looking a littl

Knox's POVIt's cold as fucking balls, I spent five-and-a-half hours on ice, so I’m fucking tired as hell. I’ve already decided on bailing early to head home to sleep in bed but Enzo decided to drag me here, insisting I needed to get out. He’d promised he’d meet me inside, but from the moment I walked through the doors, he hadn't responded to my texts.Me: Where are you, Enzo?No response.I shoved my phone back into my pocket and made my way to the bar.The music was so loud, I could feel it in my ribs. The bass thrums through my veins. I caught the bartender's eye and mouthed Mill Street. With a nod, he started filling a pint glass. “Yo, man!”I turned.Woody, our goalie, was walking toward me, Parker Lockwood right behind him.I still wasn’t sure if Woody was actually his name. Nobody called him anything else.“How did you manage not to miss this party?” Woody said, pulling me into a quick dap.“Barely, Enzo dragged me out here.” Parker laughed. “Where’s Enzo?”I glanced at my

Knox’s POVI watched her walk off into the building, jaw tight, hands still gripping the steering wheel.The hurt slashed on her face, had speared me in the chest like a hot poker. “It wasn’t her fault,” Leah said. “I was the one who started it,” she went on. “With Avery. She didn’t do anything wrong.”“I know.” “Then why’d you go off on her like that?”I didn’t have a clean answer.Leah studied me a second longer, waiting, then shook her head and reached for the door handle. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”“Leah—”“It’s fine, Knox.” She got out, closing the door quietly behind her, none of the anger from a minute ago in it anymore — just tired.I watched her walk inside after Paige before I finally pulled away from the curb.Did I do too much?I kept seeing it — the way Paige’s face had shifted while I was talking, that flicker of hurt she’d tried to cover fast, the way she’d gone quiet instead of arguing back the way she normally would have. That wasn’t like her.It didn't matter. It