All Chapters of HIS LITTLE PET : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11/MAVERICK/I sat at my kitchen island, scrolling through the online student portal on my phone. When the grades page loaded, I couldn't help but let out a low whistle. A clean, beautiful B+ was sitting right next to my macroeconomics presentation score.I grinned, tossing my phone onto the counter. I was officially in the clear. With only two weeks left until final exams, my GPA was completely safe, my spot on the hockey team was locked down, and the coach had already given me a nod at practice about the upcoming NHL scout visits.And I hadn't had to write a single paragraph or format a single slide to get it.I looked over at the grocery bags sitting on the counter. Nathan had pulled an all-nighter fixing my group’s garbage project, staying up until three in the morning just because I sent a few sad texts. It was almost pathetic how easy he was to manipulate now. Whenever I entered a room, he practically glowed. I don't think I've ever even dated any girl that looked this

CHAPTER 13/MAVERICK/A few days passed, and my phone had practically become an extension of my hand. I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, staring at the blank screen, waiting for the little green dot next to Nathan’s name to light up. It had been three hours since he last texted me.I threw the phone down onto the cushions, thoroughly irritated with myself. Why the hell was I so eager to see a text from him? This was supposed to be a chore, a play to keep my GPA afloat. But lately, whenever he took too long to reply, my chest tightened up and I couldn't focus on anything else.The door bell rang and I hurriedly got up to get the door. I stepped aside for him to walk in. He looked completely exhausted, with faint dark circles under his eyes, but the moment he walked in, his face relaxed."You look rather relaxed for someone who has major papers in a bit," he said quietly, dropping his backpack on a couch.“And you look like a zombie,” I said, following him behind."Thanks to yo

CHAPTER 15/MAVERICK/I flipped the final page of my exam booklet, slapped my pen down onto the desk, and let out a long exhale. Done.I looked at the digital clock on the lecture hall wall. I still had twenty minutes left on the session, but there wasn't a single question left to answer. I packed my pens into my bag, grabbed my exam script, and walked down the steps to hand it to the professor. Walking out of that room, I felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders.And the crazy part was, I actually knew the answers. I hadn't had to guess a single data model or second-guess a single formula. While I was sitting in there, Nathan’s neat, color-coded study guide was basically burned into my brain. He had literally saved my future, and all I could think about now was going over to his place to celebrate.The moment I pushed through the glass doors of the academic building, the bright afternoon sun hit my face. A bunch of guys from the team were already standing out on th

CHAPTER 17/MAVERICK/The hockey team group chat was going absolutely wild, my phone vibrating so heavily against my thigh that I thought the battery was going to melt. I finally pulled it out while sitting in my car, expecting another stupid post-finals meme from Saige.“Bro!! I heard that Mave’s tutor is gay?” Saige’s message read. What the fuck were they on about this time? “Mave, did you know about it ever since?”“You idiot, how would he know that?” Miller sent a sticker to follow up his message. “And how do you know that he's gay?”“Didn't you see the video that was posted? Good think I took the link before it gets taken down,” Saige dropped it on the group.“Holy shit! I knew he was an odd ball but I didn't think he was gay,” Miller typed a few minutes later. “He's moaning like a fucking slut while taking it up his ass.”My heart cut as I saw the words. Initially, I'd been trying to figure out what was going on in here but now, I had a bad feeling about this.“Mave!! You have t

CHAPTER 19/NATHAN/I didn't sleep a single wink on Thursday night. Every time I closed my eyes, the bright glare of my phone screen flashed in my mind, followed by the feeling of everyone’s eyes staring at me in the hallway. By Friday morning, I spent the day expecting an official email from the university administration telling me I was expelled, or a cold message from Dr. Marshall revoking my graduation status.Instead, around eleven o'clock, my phone buzzed with a short text from Dr. Marshall’s secretary: “Nathan, please come down to the department office when you can. Dr. Marshall needs to hand you some documents.”My stomach dropped and I knew this was it for me.It took every single ounce of courage I had to put on a pair of jeans, grab my keys, and walk back onto campus. I kept my head down, staring intently at the concrete, avoiding any eye contact with the students passing by. I just wanted to get it over with.When I pushed through the doors of the department office, the se