Faking Forever With My Hockey Captain のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

Zoey’s POV:I stared at Ryan with my hand still trapped in his, while the cafeteria around us erupted into whispers and the heat from his kiss seemed to spread across my entire face.“What the hell was that?” I asked, pulling my hand free as I finally found my voice, and Ryan straightened beside my chair with an expression that was far too calm for someone who had just caused half the cafeteria to lose its mind.He glanced around at the students watching us before looking back at me with a small smile that made my irritation grow.“What?” he asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket as though kissing my cheek in front of everyone had been the most normal thing in the world.“You know exactly what,” I said, lowering my voice as I stood from my chair and stared up at him, while Ava covered her mouth with one hand to hide the laugh threatening to escape.Ryan tilted his head toward me, his eyes moving briefly over my face before settling on mine.“I was saying hello to my g

Zoey’s POV:The message on Ryan’s phone was not meant for me, but whoever sent it knew exactly which words would make me question everything about him. Ryan locked his screen so quickly that I barely had time to read the rest of the notification before his face closed off again. For once, I did not care that the hallway was filling with students because I needed an answer before he found another way to avoid giving me one.“Who sent that?” I asked, keeping my hand around his wrist as his phone disappeared into his pocket.Ryan looked at my hand before meeting my eyes, and the tension in his jaw told me he was already deciding how much of the truth he could give me. “I don't know.”“That was fast,” Ava said from beside us, and she shifte

Zoey’s POV:Mrs. Dawson had called us into her office, but the look on Olivia’s face told me this was not about the festival schedule.Ryan’s hand was still wrapped around mine when Mrs. Dawson stepped aside, Olivia immediately looked down at our joined hands before meeting my eyes again.Then Mrs. Dawson lifted a folder from her desk, the first page inside carried our names.“Come in and close the door,” Mrs. Dawson said, moving back toward her desk while Olivia took the chair nearest the window.Ryan released my hand only when we reached the desk, and the loss of contact bothered me enough that I shoved both hands into the pockets of my cardigan before anyone could notice. Mrs. Dawson placed the folder in front of her and looked from Ryan to me.“Olivia came to me with a concern about the Winter Festival committee,” she said, tapping the folder once. “She believes your relationship is creating a problem for the project.”Olivia sat straighter in her chair. “I said there could be a p