All Chapters of Fake dating my hockey enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I felt Demi shift beside me, positioning herself slightly in front of me. If anyone knew the shit Marcus put me through—it was her. ”What do you want, Marcus?’ She said sharply, her gaze piercing into his as he stopped a few steps away from us. He held up his hand, that stupid smile—unwavering. “Relax, bad cop. Just wanted to congratulate an old friend.” ”We’re not friends,” I said quietly. Demi’s head whipped toward me, an eyebrow slightly raised. I gave a small nod, assuring her that I could handle this jerk now. Her jaws tightened. I could see the way her shoulders stayed tensed, with her fingers curling into fists at her sides. If she could take a swing at him, she would. “Call me if he starts saying shit.” She said, loud enough for him to hear. Then she walked away, not too far but at least ten feet. I could feel her watching. I turned back to Marcus, narrowing him down with my gaze. “So—“ His smile widened. “Campus star now, huh?” My arms crossed over my chest. I’d

I skated off, ripping my helmet off the second I hit the rubber mat. My hands were shaking—not from the cold. The locker room door slammed shut behind me. I threw my helmet across the room, it bounced off a locker with a metallic clang. ”Fuck!!” My gloves came off the next, then my pads—yanking it off aggressively. Why did he get to be in front? Who the hell did he think he was—holding it down for me? Did he think he could be me? Was that his agenda all along? I was halfway through unbuckling my chest protector when I heard it. That familiar voice—since sophomore year. “Maybe I kinda deserved that.” I froze, my fingers trailing off my body. I turned. Rook stood in the doorway, still in full gear except for his helmet. A thin line of blood ran from his nose down to his chin. ”Get out.” He didn’t budge. “Zane—“ ”I said get the fuck out, Rook.” He stepped inside instead, letting the door swing shut behind him. “I just want to talk.” Now he wanted to talk? My hands clenched

Her hand moved so fast I didn’t see it coming—and they landed across my face. The sound echoed in the apartment. My head snapped to the side as my cheeks burned. I stumbled back—more from shock than the force, and my legs hit the edge of the couch. Then, she shoved me. I fell backwards onto the cushions, my hands flying up instinctively as she leaned over me. That feeling washed over me again—that familiar one. The same one I’d felt as a kid when she’d get like this. When her voice would rise and her hands would fly so I’d feel small. But I wasn’t small anymore. ”Because I deserve it!” Her voice cut through the air. “I birthed you. And this is my time to be compensated for that!” ”I never asked you to!” My voice rose to match hers, tears already burning in my eyes. “I never asked to be born, I never asked for any of it!” I shoved myself upright, getting back to my feet. ”Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep making my life miserable?” “Having you,” She started quietly,

****We walked in together and the atmosphere made heat crawl up my spine. The living room furniture was pushed back against the walls to make a floor space that people were using loosely as a dance floor.The kitchen was beyond packed with people, someone was doing shots off the counter while their friends cheered—and a couple was making out aggressively against the wall near the stair, completely unbothered by the foot traffic. Demi leaned close to my ear. “Isn’t this a classy establishment?”I pressed my lips together—holding back my laugh. Zane moved through it all like the crowd had been pre-informed of his route. People stepped aside without being asked, hands reached out and he touched one back, a bit of shoulder squeeze here and there. I stayed close behind him, Demi at my side, until we hit a long folding table set up near the back window. JJ came out of the crowd so fast like he had been waiting.He had two fresh cups and a grin that took up most of his face. He shoved o

He turned from the door—his eyes adjusting to the low light while his chest rose and fell slightly. “You left the table.” ”I needed air.” I folded my arms across my chest. “You were in the hallway with fucking Nick Grayson.” ”I bumped into him.” My voice rose slightly. “He caught me before I fell and we started talking. That’s—“ He let out a scoff.. “You were laughing at his jokes.” I stared at him for a moment. The way he’d cut me off—it sounded not even like an accusation but something raw than that. Like he’d stood at the end of the hallway and seen something that made no sense to him but he couldn’t look away. “Yeah.” I said carefully. “He was funny.” Zane’s face shifted into something like amusement for a split second before they hardened. “He’s my rival, Callahan.” ”We’re not on the ice right now. Maybe on ice he is” I pushed my arms up my breasts further. “Now, he’s just a person, Zane.” ”He—“ ”Why do you even care? He’s your rival not mine.” I tilted my head. His