All Chapters of Kissing the Hockey Captain: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Ava’s POV"If you fail this midterm, Carter, you're benched for the Winter Classic. No scouts, no captaincy, no exceptions."Coach's words had been echoing through the school hallways all morning, and by third period, the news had spread like wildfire. Ryan was drowning in Advanced Placement European History. The guy could read an opposing team's defense in a split second, but give him the French Revolution, and he completely checked out.I was sitting at our kitchen island, typing an essay on my laptop, when the front door of the mansion slammed shut.Ryan walked into the kitchen, throwing his heavy gym bag onto the floor. He didn't look angry like last week. He just looked completely stressed out. He dragged a hand through his messy dark hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.I kept my eyes on my screen, typing away. "I heard you're one F away from watching the biggest game of the year from the bleachers."Ryan took a long si

Ava’s POVThe bathroom door slammed shut, and the sound felt like a slap to my face.I had always secretly hated Iris. I hated her because she was pretty, because she was popular, and most of all, because she was the girl who got to touch Ryan whenever she wanted. I had spent months looking for a flaw in her just to feel better about my own burning jealousy. But Iris had always been perfectly sweet to me.Until now.Looking at the ugly, furious look on her face, I realized the nice girl was a complete lie. This shaking, angry girl threatening to ruin my family was the real Iris."Did you hear me?" Iris hissed, stepping so close I could only smell her heavy vanilla perfume. It was suffocating. "I will ruin that wedding, Ava. I will make sure your mother knows exactly what kind of mess you're bringing into her new life."I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. "You don't know anything, Iris. Daniel is making all of this up bec

Ava’s POVThe silk of my emerald green dress felt like ice against my skin, but my face was burning hot.The high school gymnasium was completely transformed into a fancy ballroom for the Winter Classic Charity Mixer. Soft jazz music played through the speakers, and fairy lights hung from the ceiling. I stood by the punch bowl, my hand wrapped tightly around Ethan’s arm. He looked handsome in his dark suit, but I could barely focus on what he was saying.Every time I moved my head, I felt her eyes on me.Iris was standing across the room, wearing a tight crimson dress that screamed for attention. Her arm was locked with Ryan’s. Every few minutes, she would look over at me, her eyes narrowing into a sharp sneer before she turned back to laugh at something a hockey scout said. But Ryan wasn't looking at her. His dark eyes kept drifting across the crowded floor, finding mine through the sea of fancy suits and dresses.It was a