All Chapters of Faking Forever With My Ex's Rival : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jace's POVI adjusted the skates and reached for my stick before hitting the ice. Mitchell was the only other person on the ice and he was in front of the goal post. “So, the rules are as always. He who makes five goals wins and the other loser pays for dinner for three weeks and speaks to the media for two games.” I called out and he rolled his eyes.He adjusted the padding on his shoulders before looking over at me. “You know you already know you would win and you're just trying to make me do the things you normally would do.” “Is there a rule against that?” I asked, not bothering to deny it. Music was blaring loudly as Noah Kahan sang about the cold where he was from. To any other person, good days had a different look but to me this was a very great day, playing monkey post with Mitchell, in my favorite place and listening to music.“Pray I don't call favors next time, I’d have you be my wingman for the rest of our lives!” He answered, clapping his gloved hands on his stick. I

Tristan's POV I was at Paul's house tonight like I was every other night, I owned this place. It wasn't any of my father's many properties but with his much time I spent here, it was more or less my bar and with one mission. To get wasted. My life wasn't going how I wanted and it was confusing because I wasn't used to this, things always went the way I wanted. I accepted a long time ago that I was special, my father called it ‘charisma’ but yeah, I had that. I could form a group of supporters from ants and I did it every chance I got.Through kindergarten, to grade school, high school, college and on the ice. I was literally the life of any party, even now the place was crawling with my teammates and the hottest girls on campus. I called the shots and everybody followed. Like it has been iterated several times, I was the king of the campus. Things came to me easily, both in school and even on the ice, the only person that could rival me on the ice was him.The bastard kept comin

Melina’s POVLana Del Rey sang passionately about Venice Beach in my ear as I turned into a corner. I was breathing hard as I ran, very conscious of every part of my body. I had been doing this for a while now and it was safe to say my morning walks were saving me far more than I had ever known being in touch with nature could be.I needed positivity to go through the rest of the day, I stopped when my phone dinged and it was two notifications. One from my cousin, she was telling me about a family dinner happening in a month's time and the other was from Jace, they were simple words.Jace: Dinner tonight, be ready at 8, pick you up then (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)I don't know when the switch happened, but I think it was the night at Paul's house when Jace had defended me from Tristan and then successfully calmed me down but I looked forward to talking to him more and I didn't find his company as annoying. Tonight was the gala night with Jace's team and stakeholders of their team. As their captain,

Chloe's POV“Tristan has cornered Melina and he is not happy,” Root said and my eyes widened.My tummy fluttered with emotions I didn't understand, a little anxiety and much curiosity. “Take me there immediately!” I muttered, a million feelings running through my mind as I followed her. The party was still going on and it appeared nobody knew anything was off, not even her so-called boyfriend. “Is there a scene?” “Hardly, he is mad and talking to her loudly but they're the only ones there. Jemimah had seen them and she told me,” Root explained and only when we had gotten to the hallway did I notice someone behind us.I turned and saw Wyatt Foster following us. He had been attempting small talk with me at the bar and while I found him attractive, I was not interested in any other boy but that one. “What the hell are you doing?” I thundered and he looked unbothered.“What do you mean?” He asked dryly.“You're following me.”“We're at a party, I can go wherever I want and the more yo

Melina’s POVI stormed out of the roof, holding my dress as I went as far away as I could from the roof. I could barely see, everything was hazy and I knew for sure that I hated this night.I didn't understand anything that was happening that night and my anxiety was at the roof level. It was unfair to call what had happened earlier ‘coddling’, if it were two different people it would have been called harassment.Tristan had harassed me, he had grabbed me on my way to the balcony and pushed me into the room. He had held me to the wall while his hands dug into my flesh and caused me pain and didn't leave till other people had come. “Melina!” I finally heard the sound of someone calling me amidst the feeling of my blood whooshing. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think and I felt like I was going to explode as I stepped onto the balcony. I grabbed the railing as I fought for my breath, I was bent over and it felt like the last seconds of my life. I wanted to breathe but I couldn't breat