All Chapters of Puck Me Hard: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dorian's P.O.VThe morning light was already pouring in when I cracked open my eyes, one arm reaching for the warm weight I’d fallen asleep beside.But the bed was cold and empty.I blinked blearily, the haze of sleep fading just in time to hear footsteps and pacing. Noah’s sharp and furious voice cut through the air like a knife.“Dorian, why the fuck did you do this?”I sat up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. He was standing across the room, his phone in hand, glaring at me as if I’d just killed someone.“What are you—” I started, but then he turned the screen to face me.Fuck.I just sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, covering my face with my forearm. “I thought you deactivated your Innagram account.”“No, I didn’t, asshole,” Noah snapped. “I just switched off my phone. For you. For us.”His voice cracked, and I winced.Of course. Of course he’d see it. I’d hoped—stupidly, desperately—that maybe we could just have this one weekend. That we could pretend. Stay in this l

Dorian's POVNoah was willing to give it all up. The team. His reputation. His golden boy future. For me.I sat there like a goddamn idiot in the coach’s office while Noah bared his neck like a lamb to slaughter, ready to burn down his entire life with one spark if it meant shielding me. I think it broke something inside me. Or maybe it fixed something. I don’t know. All I knew was that I couldn’t breathe right since.Who the hell does that for someone like me?It was the most beautiful, reckless, stupid thing anyone had ever done for me, and I felt like the world’s biggest fucking asshole. Because now...now that I was in deep, now that I loved him, I couldn't stop thinking about the way I’d fantasized about tearing him down before I even got to know the real him. I used to hate the sight of him. Now I was obsessed with it.With everything inside of me, I wanted to come clean, tell him everything and fall on my knees if I had to. But in the same breath, I also wanted to keep him forev

Dorian’s P.O.VI confessed to Susie. I told her everything her everything. How I got close to Noah just to wreck him. To twist the knife where he wouldn't see it coming.Except I didn’t and instead I fell hard. And now everything burns.She left after a while and told me not to say anything while I was drunk and wait until morning when my hands weren’t shaking and my mouth wasn’t full of regret and Jack Daniel’s. But Susie doesn’t get it. She’s not the one who's been waking up next to someone who trusts you, touches you like you're real, says your name like it means something—and knowing, deep down, he has no idea what you did to hurt him.I stared at my glass until the ice melted and ordered another. And then another.By the time I stumbled out the bar, my jacket was barely hanging off one shoulder and my brain felt like it was short-circuiting in slow motion.But I knew where I needed to go.I needed to tell him.I needed to look Noah in those ocean-blue eyes and rip myself open be

Jaxon felt like shit. There was no other word for it. He was filled with guilt that sat heavily in his gut and fermented, souring every win, every smile, every second of silence. Even now, after their sixth game, a win, technically, he couldn’t shake the feeling awayBecause Noah Carter had played like a ghost.Sure, the scoreboard said they won, but anyone with eyes could see it. Noah was dragging himself across the ice like his skates were made of lead. He flinched anytime Dorian got within five feet of him, avoided his passes, and barely looked up during the post-game huddle. Whatever fire he used to have, whatever rage-fueled grace he normally carried himself with, it was fucking gone.Jaxon really hated it. He wanted his bestfriend backWhen they made it into the locker room, the rest of the guys didn’t even try to hide their curiosity. They were muttering to each other in low tones, passing glances between Noah and Dorian like the two were a car wreck they couldn’t look away fro

Dorian's P.O.VNo one was even looking at me, but I felt like the entire fucking room was laughing in my face. Not out loud, not in any obvious way, but I could feel it in my skin. A sick buzz crawling under the surface as Noah leaned in toward Jaxon, the two of them grinning by the lockers like the past month hadn’t happened between us. It was as if the history of what we used to be was totally wiped off, the way he had cried in my arms and how I used to make him moan, whisper, beg.Now Jaxon was the one pulling a laugh out of him with some bullshit story. I could tell it was bullshit by the way his hands moved in an exaggerated and performative way. And the worst part of it all was that Noah was giving him a real, open-mouthed, soft laugh. That damn laugh he used to give me when I kissed the underside of his jaw.When he was moping around all sad, a part of me, probably twisted and sick like it because it meant Noah still gave a fuck about me and as long as my actions were still cap