All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ZAYDENWhen I walked into the department, I noticed a few strange gazes. But most were mostly enthusiastic or simply minding their business. The moment I entered the class, my eyes went towards Liora's desk. We had a combined session scheduled today, so most sophomores in the department would be using our class since it was the biggest. She wasn't on the spot she normally sat on. I sighed and made my way to my chair. My footsteps froze midway. Liora? My eyes focused on the girl Ronan was pining against the wall near the cabinet at the back of the class. Why does she look a lot like her? I dropped my bag on the nearest desk and took a step towards them. It was truly Liora. She was blushing. Ronan had his palm on her waist, his fingers fiddling with the hem of her crop top, slowly moving upwards, his intentions clear. Was he trying to touch her boobs? In such a public place with other classmates watching? Where would she put her face after this? Where would that leave me? Ronan loo

ZAYDENCheers rang out as Arctic wolves scored their first shot, welcoming in the first victory of the game. I could hear drumming sounds, whistles, people using their shirts as flags, and relentless clapping. Around me, I felt my teammates rallying around, this time they delivered the puck to me again. Ronan immediately came to block me, causing a low chuckle to escape my lips. Below the helmet, he appeared tense, brows drawn together. He was close enough to touch now, his breaths coming in short pants. I carefully guarded the puck and leaned closer to him. “You know, if you're desperate for a win, it's actually easy. Very easy…” I whispered, my tone low and mocking.“Didn't you record a video of me? Just use the video. Order me to hand over the puck and step back for you to win. Easy peasy, ain't it? Young master Devereaux, why aren't you saying anything?”His nose flared, lips twitching violently with the effort it took to suppress the rage inside. His eyes were cold, very cold.

ZAYDEN“Let go of him, you motherfuckers!” Carson roared a few feet away from Gavin. He was holding a large white plastic bag. He threw the plastic bag back to the stand and it landed exactly on the floor before the work table. Carson's punch fell on the nose of the thug who had a stick in hand, aiming for the back of Gavin’s head. A second thug throws a punch at Gavin which he blocked with his palm, eyes colder than frost. Yes, that's my boy. I raised him well. “How dare you butt in? Do you have a death wish?” A third one roared. The seven thugs instantly surrounded them, sticks and batons raining down on the two of them. Sure, Gavin and Carson were very strong, but seven against two, with weapons was hardly an even ground. “Hands off!” My voice thundered in the night air and I jumped over two tables to land a kick at the instigator’s head. He was the one fuelling the rest to hit harder. I must knock out his teeth harder. He spun like a top, neck bent in an unnatural angle. One

ZAYDENMy eyes moved around, trying to understand what they were saying. Truth be told, I wasn't paying attention to their discussions. “I told you it wasn't a good idea.” Ryan leaned back against the chair, looking disappointed. “What do you mean?” I finally asked. “You weren't even listening.” Someone grumbled from the other table. “Someone suggested that we attend the weekend frat party, and then move to Gavin's house afterwards for collective training. His house is sitting empty anyway, and their gym is well equipped. We can use it to prepare for the match on Tuesday.”Frat party? Wasn't that the lousy gathering of rich and loose kids often hosted by Ronan and his likes? Why would I want to do that? I needed to stay home and focus on my game program. It was a total waste of time, but they're all looking at me in anticipation. “I don't have time for the party. I have lots of things to handle. As for the training, just give me a location, I will definitely be there on time.”C

ZAYDENThe phone felt like it weighed lead in my hands as I stared at the message. “Show up to the club tonight. You know the consequences of refusal.”I dropped the phone face down, as if not looking at the screen would take away all this burden from me. How can one moment of weakness lead to all this mess? And I got caught by Ronan of all people. He's a mad man. Totally unpredictable. He wasn't the kind of person you took a gamble with. He would wreck the ship and leave you floating on the high seas. I had to go. Hatred bubbled in my chest. He will probably humiliate and play me again. Turn me to a joke before the entire department. Yes. Ronan was the one hosting this weekend’s party, and when he does, it's always a grand affair, open to any interested person from our level in the faculty. At least fifty people would be there to watch him embarrass me and treat me like a dog. But if I don't go… the alternative was way worse. My eyes went to the digital clock at the nightstand. 7