All Chapters of Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Tiffany’s POVI told myself, walking into the hearing room that morning, that everything will be sorted out. Daddy had made a few calls and even if Hazel had refused to withdraw the petition, she would just be wasting her time.I had told myself that every day for the past two weeks. I had spent almost a year building my reputation and even from my former school before I transferred here. That would mean something right. I was not about to lose all of it over a dorm room incident.The hearing room felt different the moment I sat down.It wasn’t just the five board members behind the long table, the same faces from the previous hearing. There were more people present this time, administrative staff at the back, a note-taker I hadn’t seen before, a stack of folders in front of the Dean considerably thicker than the last session’s.“Before we proceed to the matter of the dormitory incident, the board would like to address several additional statements that have come forward over the past

Trey’s POVThe official notice came through at noon, and by the time I finished reading it, my hands had gone cold.Blacklisted from any hockey activity with immediate effect. Three months of mandated community service, alongside Tiffany and the other students who took part in it. A formal public apology is to be broadcast through the school’s official channels for the entire student body.I sat with my phone in my hand for a long time after that, not moving.By two in the afternoon, the news had already crossed every group chat on campus. I knew because my phone had gone almost completely silent. Teammates who used to text me first about everything weren’t texting at all. Guys who had followed my lead in the locker room for three years suddenly had nothing to say to me.The worst part came at four.A message from one of the scouts my father had personally introduced me to last season. Disappointing to hear about the situation. We’ll be reassessing our interest.I stared at that messa

Hazel’s POVI didn’t knock when I got to the house.I just walked in, the way I had for almost my entire life, except this time every step felt deliberate. Jaxon waited in the car at my request. This part needed to happen without him standing beside me. Whatever came out of this conversation, I needed to be the one who said it.Rivers was in the living room when I came in, sitting in his usual chair, a glass of wine untouched on the side table beside him. He looked up when he heard the door, and whatever he saw on my face made him go very still.“Hazel.”“Don’t… Please don’t do the concerned voice. Not right now.”He set down the glass he had been holding. “I have been eating for yu to cobe home. Did you see my calls?.”“I’m not here because of your calls.” I crossed the room and set my bag down on the coffee table, pulling out the folder I had been carrying since I left Oswald’s office. “I’m here because I want the truth. Every piece of it, not the version you’ve been managing for ei

Jaxon’s POVThe locker room felt different before this game than it had before any other.Usually, there was noise, music, trash talk, and someone tapping their stick against the floor out of nervous energy. Today there was just the low hum of guys getting ready in silence, everyone aware of everything that had happened over the past week without anyone saying it out loud. Rivers in custody. Trey was suspended, sitting at home instead of in the locker room with the rest of us. The team that had spent the whole season building toward this game was walking into it cracked down the middle.Coach gathered us before warm-ups, standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets, looking at each of us in turn.“I’m not going to pretend this week hasn’t been hard. Some of you are worried about Trey. Some of you don’t know what to feel about any of it. That’s fair. But here’s what I need you to understand before we walk out on that ice today. Championships aren’t won by the most t

Hazel’s POVI barely slept all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw two men.One had spent eighteen years searching for me. The other had spent eighteen years raising me.Somewhere between them, I had lost myself. By morning, I already knew what I had to do.I found Oswald in the dinning, a mug of coffee untouched in front of him. He looked up the moment I walked in, as though he'd been expecting me."You're leaving."I nodded."I'll come with you."I shook my head.“I should do this alone,” I told him. “This isn’t about Rebecca Sterling. This is about saying goodbye to the man who raised Hazel Pierce.”He nodded, understanding immediately, and didn’t try to talk me out of it.The detention center was just as lonely as I expected. After signing in and surrendering my phone, an officer led me down a narrow hallway before stopping outside a small visitation room. "You'll have thirty minutes," the officer said before stepping outside.Rivers was already sitting at the table, as I t