Off the ice: Fake dating my hockey enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

REEVE’S POV I just ruined the career of the one boy I’ve had a crush on since freshman year. And I’m sitting here watching it happen in real time.It was 9:58pm. The campus paper office was empty except for me and the sound of the ancient heater ticking. I had hit send on my article piece exactly at 7:20pm.And I watched the numbers climb even though I almost gave up at 50 views in an hour, but a part of me knew this——this was the piece that’ll put me out there.Except, I didn't know it'd put me on his radar.Zane Ashford, Harlow university’s star centre. The first team all conference two years running, the reason half this Campus bought hockey jerseys. And now, I just got him suspended with a pending investigation.Because of four seconds of footage.I've watched the clip thirty-one times. I know because I counted. My sweater pulled almost into my fingers, as I brought them to my lips, nibbling nervously.My laptop light reflected in my big glasses as I counted eleven seconds in to

ZANE’S POVI could swear 9am came faster than any other day.Maybe I was just keen on being on time. I pushed past the doors of the Athletic director’s office. Stepping in, my breath almost caught at the sight.My steps slowed, as my eyes scoured the room, taking in the important figures in my career at the moment. The director Howard Park, Coach Maddox, Derek, and someone from the Dean’s office I’d never met.All seated at a round table, their attention turning to me as I stepped in fully. I thrusted my hands into my Varsity jacket, holding my chin up because again, my father’s voice ate away at my head.”Mr. Ashford, We appreciate you coming in.” Howard let out a small smile, his white beards shaped cleanly around his lips.“Of course, Mr Park. It’s always a-er a pleasure.” A tight lipped smile across my face as I stood in front of all of them. My heart raced against my chest slowly, but louder than his voice.“I suppose you have full knowledge as to why you’re here.” He started, cl

ZANE’S POVShe came back in.I didn't know what I expected after I sent that text. It was my last resort, but it worked.The locker room was the one place on campus that still felt like mine. I sat on the bench, second from the left, the spot I’d claimed freshman year and nobody had touched since.My skates rested on my thigh, as I laced it, with the right always going first. I was threading the lace through the fourth eyelet when my ears picked up voices in the corridor.I straightened, pausing my fingers. Because I could swear I knew one of those voices from fifty metres.Then, the door swung open.”Zane! Zane! Zane!” The voice got clearer. It was JJ, my friend and teammate, also our left wing.“You’re going to be on a freaking campus connection!” He jumped on the bench beside me. I turned my attention to my skates.“ I know.” I said flatly.“Not just any show.” His smile widened, eyes beaming excitedly. “The show!!.”“I know, JJ.”He sat down on the bench, almost knocking down my l

ZANE’S POV (Day one of filming) “On the ice, everything is different, so competitive and intense. But off the ice, with Reeve, I’m just—nervous, you know? I’m hoping this works out between us.” Although I wasn’t much of a reader, this was three pages of bullshit. I never thought a day I’d hate more than my birthday would come. But here i was, holding a script that called me ‘nervous’ about a girl I’d told not to fucking talk to me twelve hours ago. A soft scoff escaped my lips as I gazed down at the script Priya had shoved into my hands twenty minutes ago. My grip tightened around the paper, crumpling the sides. ”Are you good, champ?” Derek’s voice drew me from my thoughts. He was leaning against the trailer, scrolling through his phone with so much calmness. After spending ten years managing athletes who were one bad headline away from losing everything—nothing fazed him anymore. He had come in early specifically to see how the first day of shooting would go, co

REEVE’S POV(A few hours later)I’d never seen nightmares get significantly worse—but this?This one spiraled really fast. Priya didn’t waste time turning her threats into reality. If I knew one correct thing about her at all—it was that she’d never fail to stand on business. The car had dropped us off twenty minutes ago—a sleek black SUV that didn’t feel real. Zane had disappeared into one of the bedrooms without a word, only his duffel bag slung across his shoulder.I stood in the middle of the living room, my two small bags at my feet. The apartment was gorgeous, with floor-to ceiling -windows, marble countertops and a leather couch that cost more than everything I own. And on top of that—they were all new.It was built for people who were worth it.I wasn't. With one deep exhale, I picked up my bags and headed to the smaller bedroom in the hallway, directly opposite his. I hoped that wouldn’t be a problem. I pushed open the doors, and I felt something in my chest.—not fear but—-