All Chapters of Off The Ice: Fake Dating The Hockey Captain : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Roxanne's POV "Okay, can you believe what I just heard?"Charlotte's voice hit me before she even fully caught up, her sneakers squeaking against the corridor floor as she fell into step beside me."Good morning to you too," I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder and kept walking."You won't believe what I found out," she was breathless, her bag falling off one shoulder. "Tyson and Skylar are done, over. It happened three days ago, apparently.""Okay." I kept walking."Okay?" She stared at me. "Roxie, they were literally the couple of the year. Everyone was talking about it at the east wing and Skylar is already out here posting photos with Hayden Cross well like Tyson was a limited edition she outgrew.""Good for her," I said and kept moving. Charlotte jogged two steps to keep up. "That's it? That's your whole reaction?""What do you want from me, Charlie?" I turned the corner toward the sciences corridor, dodging someone's backpack. "You've been my friend for years and you still d

Roxanne's POV "How did you find out?""It doesn't matter." He said. "What matters is that I know and now you know that I know. So the decision from here is pretty short, Pumpkin."I wanted to throw something at him. I looked around the room for options and there was nothing except for old textbooks and a dry erase marker, neither of which would be satisfying enough."Why are you like this?" I turned back to him. "Why are you so cruel?"He tilted his head. "What do mean?"I stared at him. "Are you serious right now?""I'm asking a question...""You know exactly what I mean." My voice shook. "You've been making my life hell since I was twelve, Tyson, ever since I showed up in Moonshadow you've made sure I knew exactly where I belonged. Every joke, every comment, you and your minions made sure I felt like a joke for just existing."Something moved in his jaw. He didn't apologize, of course he didn't."Now you want to use me, after everything." My voice dropped. "Out of every single girl

Roxanne's POV "Okay, this one actually looks really good.""It's too tight across the chest," I said. "I can feel it pulling everytime I breathe, Charlie.""You look hot...""I looked like I'm being held together by wishful thinking." I pulled at the dress, turned sideways in the mirror and immediately turned back. "No. Help me find the green one."Charlotte flopped backward onto my bed. "The green one is literally in the pile you said no to.""I changed my mind on the green one." I said."Roxie." She sat back up. "That's the third outfit. We've been at this for almost an hour.""So?""Well..." She tilted her head, a small smile tucked at the corner of her mouth. "Someone's trying really hard to look good for their boyfriend.""Fake boyfriend." I spun around. "He's my fake boyfriend, Charlie.""I just think it's interesting you're trying...""I just want to look presentable." I turned back to the mirror and grabbed the green top from the rejected pile. "I'm going to his suite, it's a

Roxanne's POV "Okay, what happened?"I dropped the entire armful onto my bed, dresses, skirts, crop tops, the heel box landing on the pile."Roxie." Charlotte got up from her bed, setting down her snack. "Talk.""He wants me to wear these." I gestured at the pile. "Like I'm some doll he can dress up and show off."Charlotte crossed the room and picked up the white bodycon dress, holding it out Infront of her with both hands."I mean..." She held the dress up against herself and turned to the mirror. "They're no that bad...""They're not that bad on you." I sat on the edge of my bed. "On me that's gonna be a whole different conversation."She lowered the dress and looked at me. "Roxie...""I'm not having self-pity, I'm being realistic. Those dresses on my body are going to be..." I searched for the word, "...a lot. I can already imagine the way they would cling to my curves, the way it would expose every inch of me that I'd spent years hiding."Charlotte was quiet for a moment, then s

Tyson's POV Wednesday, 4:47 PMThere'll be a change of plans. I'm coming to you, be ready.I sent it and kept my phone in my pocket before she could argue, she tried anyway.Are you serious? You can't just...I didn't read the rest. I already knew what it said. Roxanne Sinclair had exactly two modes when I made a decision she didn't like, immediate combative, or slow-burning furious, and right now she was somewhere in the middle of both, typing aggressively into her phone in whatever she was doing before I interrupted it.I'd been watching her for three days, she was sharper than most people gave her credit for. Whether she was limping at the end of the day, whether she was favouring one side, whether the left ankle that had been collapsing in the lecture hall corridor was getting better or was going to be a problem I had to manage on Saturday.The party was in less than three weeks. I didn't have room for problems.That was why I was doing this. That was the only reason.I knocked o