Alle Kapitel von Falling For The Hockey Captain: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

AVA’S POVHAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAYChase Rivers, all 6 '1 glorious feet of him, is leaning against the bar counter, an opened beer bottle dangling from one hand while a cocky smirk stretches across his annoyingly perfect face. Dressed in his signature blue varsity jacket with his dark hair falling over his eyes, he looks every bit the arrogant hockey captain everyone on campus seems obsessed with. He's wearing the same infuriating grin that has made me want to slap the living shit out of him since the day we met. Which, well, was when I was nine. Yeah. My hatred for him has really festered over the years that I no longer know anything else to feel for him except for the loathe burning through my veins even at the mere thought of him.As usual, he's shamelessly flirting with one of the bartenders, flashing that stupid lazy smirk like it's some kind of weapon. Judging by the way she's giggling and twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, it's working and as a matter of fact, way

AVA’S POVHEARTBREAKWhat do you do when you discover your entire relationship has been one big lie? That the man who has spent two years telling you he loves you has been screwing your best friend-the same best friend who shares your apartment, borrows your clothes, steals your fries, and tells you everything including every boy in her DMs.Well, you definitely don't handle it the way I do. You don't plaster a fake smile across your face, walk back into the club, and pretend your heart isn't lying in pieces out in the parking lot. You don't keep their secret for them. You don't let them think they got away with it. And you certainly don't start drowning yourself in whiskey when you hate whiskey with every fiber of your being.Yet here I am, several shots in and my head feels pleasantly fuzzy while my legs aren't entirely cooperating, and tomorrow's hangover is going to feel like divine punishment. But I don't care. Maybe if I drink enough, the ache in my chest will finally disappear.

AVA’S POVREGRET IN THE MORNINGThe first thing I’m acutely aware of when I wake up is the pounding in my head. It isn't even a headache anymore. It's like a full-blown fucking assault happening inside my head. My skull feels like someone spent the entire night inside it with a sledgehammer, and every beat of my heart sends another pulse of pain through my temples. A thin stream of morning sunlight pushes through the half-open blinds, slicing across my bedroom and directly into my eyes. I’m certain that Emma opened the blinds. She has this OCD thing going on with her about having every blind up by seven in the morning everyday. Unless on nights when a lot of partying is involved, she then does the half-open blinds thing. It’s something we’ve all learned to adjust to. And actually it has only made me lazier over time.I groan and immediately regret it. Why the fuck did I drink whiskey? More importantly, why did I drink whiskey when I know exactly what it does to me? I squeeze my eyes s

AVA'S POVCoach Reynolds's office smells like stale coffee and old leather, and the second the door clicks shut behind us, I understand exactly how a criminal must feel walking into an interrogation room."Sit," he says, not looking up from whatever he's typing on his ancient desktop computer.Chase and I exchange a glance before lowering ourselves into the two chairs across from his desk, careful to leave a very deliberate foot of space between us. My hand still feels warm where his fingers wrapped around it outside, which is exactly the kind of detail I do not have time to be thinking about right now.Coach finally leans back, arms crossed, studying us both like we're a math problem he can't quite solve."You want to tell me what happened last night," he says, "or should I just go with the eleven different versions currently circulating on social media?""Coach" Chase starts."Because version one," Coach continues, holding up a finger, "has you seducing your captain's little sister

AVA'S POVCRACKS"Show me," I say, the second we're out of earshot of the banquet hall, my heart still hammering from the kiss, from Rodney's face, from the sheer chaos of the last ten minutes.Chase hands me his phone without a word. I read the message twice, then a third time, like the words might rearrange themselves into something less terrifying.Careful, Chase. Some secrets don't stay buried. Ask Ava how this whole thing really started."Okay." My voice comes out steadier than I feel. "Okay. Who else knew? About the plan, I mean. Actually knew, not just assumed.""You, me, Leon." Chase rubs a hand over his jaw, and I can see him running through the list in his head, same as I am. "That's it on my end.""Same." I chew my lip, glancing back toward the banquet hall where the party is still very much in full swing, oblivious to the small crisis unfolding twenty feet away. "Unless one of us said something we shouldn't have.""I didn't.""Neither did I." I hand him back his phone, arm