Fake Dating My Ex’s Hockey Rival

Chapter 5

Kimberly:

Noah Russo kissed me.

His warm lips invaded my mouth and he kissed me like he would suck me dry. His hand was slowly hovering around my body, down my back and slowly slipping to my waist.

The chant in the rink had died down and suddenly everywhere went silent and at that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. Not Noah Russo’s fan club that was too eager to know what I was doing with him, not Ryan’s cheating ass, or the assignment I had that wasn’t due until next week.

I pulled away, more gently than I had expected. My eyes locked with his and the next minute the chanting was back.

Then I saw that slight smirk playing on his lips, his eyes teasing.

Urgh. s**t.

I allowed myself to forget for a minute just how much of a douche bag he was.

I could not push him away from me because of the crowd, but I gave him the stink eye, my body turning to look for Ryan in the crowd, and just as I had suspected, he was furious.

His eyes glowered as he stared from me and then to Noah, whatever words he wanted to say caught up in his throat.

I smiled in satisfaction.

Maybe I will like this deal after all. I will make Ryan realize that he’s a nobody.

" You should come sit baby. You know you don't like standing much" Noah said, his hand finding its way to my waist again and causing my cheeks to flush with heat.

How was I supposed to get used to those sudden grabs?

" Noah is she really your girlfriend?! Noah?"

The more he passed us, the more the girls around, fans of his that wore his face on their shirts like they had zero pride and self-esteem bellowed at him, trying to grip and touch him.

In the end, after what felt like decades and numerous side eyes later, we finally made it to the bench where his manager sat.

I met the manager's eyes, those uninterested orbs that were enough proof that he could not tolerate me.

" Maybe I can sit somewhere else, anywhere away from him?" I tried to whisper to Noah but he just kept his poker face, his grip on my waist a bit tighter.

" Don't you even dare make a single reckless move. Or I swear you will be sued." He muttered in my ear before planting a fake kiss on my neck, flashing me a fake smile, and rushing back into the field.

I knew I was sulking because my posture slouched when I lowered myself into the chair, wanting to be anywhere but here.

" Sit upright. You can't be doing that when you are supposed to be supporting him" his manager said stoically, causing me to fix my posture.

Urgh.

On the field, Ryan's eyes still managed to meet mine somehow, like he was promising to disgrace Noah on the field, and even though I did not like that jerk, my heart twitched.

Fuck Ryan, he shouldn't try whatever the heck he had in mind. I knew him and I knew how dangerous he could get.

First half.

The cheers erupted through the stadium as Noah brandished his hockey stick, fiercely circling the disk and guarding it while the whole crowd erupted.

" Noah!!" The girl behind me screamed in a voice so shrill, I thought it would dissipate with the rest of the sounds.

But it didn't.

Ryan was on his tail, eyes glaring with anger as he tried to take the disk but Noah was a step ahead in this one, kicking the disk into the net and earning a roar from the crowd.

" Get up and cheer dammit" Mr Humphrey, the manager growled at me.

I jumped up to fulfill my role of the filial girlfriend, cheering and screaming as the goal sent the whole stadium shaking with cheers.

My eyes flickered at the neon scoreboard just overhead.

NYU icehawks, one. And the NYU vipers are still stuck at zero.

But that did not last long.

Almost twenty minutes into the game, Ryan scored the second goal of the night, causing his own followers to explode with joy.

I rolled my eyes when his gaze landed on me, a smug grin on his face that made me want to grab a hockey stick and shove it up his rectum.

Second half of the game.

It was barely ten minutes into the second half when Noah got the disk, his stick flaying as he navigated it through the ice and towards the goal post with the viper members hot on his tail.

And all of a sudden, from nowhere, Ryan emerged, striking his knee cap with the hockey stick and disorienting him for a second, causing the disk to fly out of his stick.

What in the cheating hell?

" That's a foul! He hit him with his stick!" I yelled through the crowd, turning to Mr Humphrey who had his jaw set in a straight line, eyes too focused on the game to have missed that.

" It's a foul! You should call it in!" I said to him but he just sighed.

" You don't know the rules of hockey. Calm down. His foul play can only get him that far" he said.

Even though he was trying to calm me down, his own hands were balled into a fist and his eyes looked like they were set to kill someone, whoever it was that took the liberty of trying him.

By now, I had become too invested in the game to even notice that the time was flying by almost too quickly.

Twenty seconds in and it was still a tie.

My heart sat in my mouth, watching Noah regain the disk again, flaying around and just before the timer hit one, he sent the disk flying into the goal post, winning the game and causing the stadium to erupt into cheers.

I yelled, my hands clasped together and before I could say another word, Mr Humphrey grabbed my hands, leading me to the front of the field where Noah stood.

I did not know if he had given it a thought but he ran towards us. Lifting me in one move and spinning me around.

The cheers were loud and Noah’s grip on my body was tight. As he placed me on the floor, his mouth slammed against mine. I did not fight it. Our tongues intertwined.

Noah Russo kissed me again.