Fake Dating My Roommate The Hockey Jerk.

Chapter 1: New city, new trouble. EMORY'S POV. Moving to Boston was like a dream come true, until I walked in on my boyfriend of two years with his d**k buried deep in the petite girl that he had told me not to worry about. I saw her in his apartment while Hayden and I were on a video call, but he claimed that she was his teammate's girlfriend, and even swore on his life that he could never cheat on me. Lying bastard! “Babe, I can explain.” His fingers dug into his thick hair, his eyes refusing to meet mine as the girl scampered around for her clothes behind him. “Okay,” I crossed my arms, forcing down the lump in my throat and hiding how hard I was shaking at that moment. “Explain.” The girl, who had been too terrified to look me in the eyes, finally grabbed her stuff and zoomed past me so quickly that all I felt was the wind brushing against my skin. My eyes trailed back to my lying boyfriend who was still racking his brain for another miserable excuse. “It's not what it looks like, okay?” I couldn't help but laugh, not because anything was funny, but because he had the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie after leading me on for two years. “Not what it looks like? You were literally f*****g her and moaning, Hayden. What happened to the promises? To the late nights and our fantasies of me finally joining you in college!?” I snapped, a tear sneaking down my cheek. My knees wobbled, suddenly too heavy to hold me up. “Did I do anything wrong? I loved you, Hayden! I loved you so much that I stopped caring about myself!” He scratched the back of hair, his lips thinning into a nonchalant smirk. “You can't blame me for this.” I raised my brows, my heart caught in my throat. “And why not?” It was unlike me to be this calm, to listen to this bullshit without wanting to bite his ears off, but I guess I was numb. Losing my father six months ago was the last blow after my mother's death. I had cried so much that water dried from my body, and I looked forward to coming to stay with my boyfriend. He was supposed to make everything better… My lips quivered, my sanity threatening to snap, but I held it together, watching him. “It's not easy, you know, being far away from you. I know I shouldn't have, but I have needs, and you weren't here.” He shrugged, turning his face away, and my heart raced violently inside my chest. “Y.. you couldn't wait?” “For a whole year? Come on, I'm sure you understand what it feels like.” “No!” I fired. “Unlike you, I actually have self control!” I paused to sniff back the tears that threatened to fall, my chest twisting painfully. “I can't believe I trusted you and came all this way for you.” He turned to me with a scoff. “We can still make this work.” “I'm not interested.” I said, picking up the luggage that I had dropped earlier from the shock of seeing him with another woman. “Wait, you're leaving me? Really?” His tone was mocking, and it caused my brows to furrow. “You have nowhere else to go, Emory. You're homeless and helpless. Your only option is to stay here.” He inched closer, his chest swelling with pride, making my blood boil from unimaginable fury. “I'd rather die on the streets of Boston university.” I retorted, but he persisted. “Are you sure about that? This is your freshman year, Emory, and you could really make a name for yourself by being the girlfriend of a top hockey player like myself. Think about it.” He tilted his head. “Besides, who else would want a sad, broken, fat girl like you? You won't survive without me.” My cheeks burned, I retreated into myself, and tears burned the corners of my eyes. Fat. He knew how much I hated that word, and how traumatized it left me in highschool… and yet he said it. “I'll show you that you mean nothing, Hayden Collins.” I glared deeply at him, turned to the door and made my way out. But I heard his voice behind me. “You'll come back begging!” We'll see about that, Hayden. I was going to make sure I dragged his ego to the freaking mud. **** They warned me about dating jocks, they said I would get my fragile heart broken but I didn't listen, and now I was stranded, sitting in the school's garden and wondering why I ever let myself depend solely on Hayden. I pulled out my phone to stare at the text from my grand aunt, wiping the tears off my face so I could see better. The address was staring right back at me, bold and somewhat filling me with dread. I had no idea who lived there, and I thought I would never have to find out. However, I was left with no choice. Grand aunt told me that my father had already arranged for me to stay with his friend’s child before his death, but I had no idea who the girl was, or if she was going to let me stay. Sighing, I tucked the phone back into my pocket, picked up my luggage and started making my way to the address. I had barely walked through the gates of the college when a bike zoomed past me, faster than I could think, the handle grazing my skin and pushing me so hard that my back slammed against the iron gate. I screamed, sharp pain shooting through my body. “What the f**k!?” I fought to maintain my balance, flipping back my hair to look at the rider. He stopped, turning to look at me, and my heart stupidly skipped a beat. He looked like a demi god, and for a moment, I forgot about the pain in my back. He looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I had seen him before. “You..” I started walking towards him, but he turned around and zoomed off like I wasn't even standing there. Rage coursed through my veins, my palms folding into fists. “Asshole!” I screamed, marching ahead and mumbling curses under my breath. Who did he think he was to just ride off like that without as much as an apology!? I got to the condo, still seething, and my lips parted in shock at the size of it. I looked at the address again, unable to believe that my father knew anyone that wealthy. I moved closer to the door, walking past the fleet of cars parked in the compound and pushed the doorbell. After two suffocating minutes of admiring the tall glass walls of the condo, the large, mahogany doors finally pushed open, and my eyes fell on the demi god whose bike almost took out my back only a few minutes ago. “You've got to be kidding me.” My breath seized.