All Chapters of Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hazel’s POVTrey's words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. A slut. An embarrassment. A single mother. A college dropout. He must think so little of me to even say that, and it broke me more than I wanted to admit.Some of the words were not new to me but hearing it face to face from him hurt more because I didn't deserve it. Growing with my stepdad was already tormenting enough, I was constantly being compared to Trey's performances, constantly reminded not to become an embarrassment to the family. Even though Trey and I weren’t in the same high school, it didn’t make things any easier.By the time I got to college, I chose dorm life just to stay away from home. I grew up looking up to Trey, always seeking his validation, always stuck in his shadow. I buried myself in books, in the library, in anything that kept me invisible and out of trouble and I barely even kept friends. Now that I was finally starting to get noticed, Trey found a way to drag me back down.I could see right throug

Jaxon's POV I didn’t realize how tired i was until I was done dressing Hazel's wound, it had been a long night, it was my victory party but somehow, Tiffany and Trey had manage to annoy me all night. The party was over now and all the guest gone but I could still hear some noise from the rest of my housemates.Hazel looked quite exhausted too so I decided to drive her to her dorm. The drive was quiet, I kept stealing glances at her as she stared out the window with that blank, thoughtful look she got whenever she was trying to be brave. Her mouth twitched once in a while, like she had a lot going through her mind that she rather not say out. When I pulled up outside the dorm. The lights were dim, students passing with late-night coffees and laughter. She unbuckled her seat belt but hesitated before leaving.She turned to me with a bright smile. "Thanks,” she said finally, her fingers slightly worrying over the little bandage on her elbow, “For… tonight. For saving my ass.”I shrugge

Hazel's POV Immediately, I slammed my door shut, and I pressed my back so hard against the door that I thought the wood would crack. My heart hadn’t stopped hammering since I left his car. Thankfully, Sasha wasn’t around, or else I’d have a thousand questions to dodge.It was almost midnight, but I wasn’t even sleepy with the amount of somersaults going on in my head.I flung my bag onto the bed and started pacing my room back and forth. What the hell was happening with me and Jaxon? Was I just tripping for him five minutes ago? Was that kiss for practice or for real? Somebody pinch me.When pacing wasn’t enough, I collapsed on my bed, yanked open my notebook, and forced myself to scribble something for my blog. I needed a fresh post today because it had been a huge day on campus, from the hockey victory party. By morning, people would be refreshing my blog for gossip so I had to come up with something interesting.I bent over my notebook, trying to write fast. Come on, Hazel, you ha

Tiffany’s POV"Captains don't kiss nerds"If I hear that headline again, I swear I’ll lose it.I’ve been on the edge since I got to school this morning to see Hazel trending with her kiss with Jaxon at the party last night.I mean who is that dumb ass behind that blog? No one has dared to cross me. She intentionally didn't put me in the spotlight, I can feel it because not just once was my name mentioned in that trash post I was sipping on my caramel latte, minding my own business, when I heard her name coming from a bunch of sophomores by the café doors.“Hazel’s wearing his jersey tonight?" "I saw her walking into the dorm last night wearing it after he dropped her off”“All the girls are gonna be so jealous.”My hand froze on the cup and the lid squeaked under my grip. There is no way, I must have misheard that.I turned, pretending to check my phone while my ears sharpened like knives to concentrate on what they were saying. One of them actually said, “She’s so lucky,” like Haze

Hazel's POV A stupid grin kept sneaking onto my face as I headed down the hallway toward the girls’ locker room. Jaxon’s words repeated in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. The way he’d said it made my chest ache most weirdly. The corridor was filled with pre-game energy, sneakers squeaking, laughter echoing off the walls but the second I pushed open the door, that electric mood evaporated. Every pair of eyes turned to me or rather to the jersey I was wearing. I tried to ignore it as I dressed quickly. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention. I tried to play it cool, changing fast, pretending not to feel their stares burning holes through me. Someone finally spoke. “Is that Jaxon’s jersey?” I didn't need to answer because someone did on my behalf, affirming it. By the time I left the room, the hallway was alive, fans clubs with colourful jerseys, smaller banners, the air vibrating with anticipation. Normally, I’d be by the sidelines clutching to m