登入~~~Declan~~~"No." I said flatly.Then pushed the folder back across the bench toward my father before he'd even finished setting it down properly. The contract sat there between us, untouched, my name waiting at the bottom of four different pages like it already knew I was going to lose this fight before I'd even started it."I'm not signing that," I repeated. "I'm going back to Boston. I don't care what it costs me."My father didn't look surprised. That was the worst or should I say crazy part. He never looked surprised by anything I did, like he'd already mapped out every possible version of this conversation before he ever walked into the room."I thought you might say that," he said, almost gently, which from him was somehow worse than if he'd yelled.His gaze held mine. "So let me make something very clear to you...Declan, so there's no confusion about what happens next." "There's nothing to be clear about. I'm done letting you control my life." I shot back."This isn't about
~~~Soraya~~~Things with Caleb went back to normal after that morning, or as close to normal as they could get. He never brought up any talk relating to getting together or whatever he might be thinking, most importantly he didn't make me feel like I owed him an explanation for pulling away, and somehow that made it easier to keep showing up after that morning. instead of harder. We fell back into drills and easy jokes and the same steady rhythm as before, except now there was a quiet, unspoken thing sitting underneath all of it that neither of us mentioned out loud.Days passed like that. Training, film review, conditioning until my legs shook. The date on the calendar above my bed got closer and closer, red ink staring back at me every morning until it finally arrived.Coach Bennett found me in the locker room three hours before the game, sitting on the bench in my gear with my hands wrapped around a water bottle I hadn't actually drunk from yet."They are here," she said, sitting d
~~~Soraya~~~By the second week, six in the morning didn't feel like punishment anymore. It felt like the only part of my day that made sense.Caleb was already on the ice when I got there, same as every morning, running a puck through a line of cones like it was the easiest thing in the world. He looked up when the door banged shut behind me and something in his face shifted, easy and warm, like he was actually glad to see me and not just showing up out of obligation."You're late," He said.I glanced at my wrist. "By two minutes.""Scouts don't care about two minutes, Rivera. Get out here."I laced up faster than I meant to, something in his voice pulling me onto the ice quicker than usual. We started with the same drills as always, edge work, tight turns, quick-release shots. but today he pushed harder, sharper, like he could tell I needed something to actually fight against."Again," he said, after I fumbled a one-timer for the third time. "You're overthinking it. Stop thinking an
~~~Soraya~~~Coach Bennett's office looked exactly the same as it had the night of the game, same cluttered film reels, same whiteboard nobody ever erased except this time I was the one who'd asked for the meeting, and that felt like the difference between drowning and finally learning to swim."You're serious about this," she said, not really a question, more like she was testing the weight of it out loud."I am." I sat up straighter. "Whatever I need to do to get that invite, I want to do it."She studied me for a second, the same way she had before a big game, like she was trying to see past the surface to whatever was actually holding me up underneath. "It's not going to be easy. The development camp scouts want to see more than just one good period against a mediocre team. They want consistency. Conditioning. They want to see you handle pressure without cracking.""I can handle pressure." The words came out before I even thought them through, but I meant them. I'd been handling
~~~Soraya~~~I didn't sleep that night. I just lay there, staring at the same little crack in the ceiling, turning Coach Bennett's words over and over until they wore grooves into me.‘Circling together in scouting reports.' Like our names were still tied together somewhere out there, in some file I'd never see, even after everything. Like the universe hadn't gotten the memo that Declan Shaw had already made his choice, and it wasn't me.A million dollars deal. That's what Maya found out from one of the guys on the men's team, who'd heard it from someone else, the way everything eventually makes its way back to me in this school.Declan signed. Declan's staying in Australia. Declan chose an entire new life on the other side of the world instead of a plane ticket home.He didn't even call to tell me himself.That was the part that hollowed me out more than anything. Not the money, i never cared about the money.It was the silence. Weeks of silence, and now a signature on a piece of p
~~~Soraya~~~It's been a week now, with no calls or text from Declan, it was time for me to get myself back. The locker room smelled like rubber and nerves, which was fitting, because I had plenty of both.Coach Bennett pinned the lineup sheet to the board without her usual speech, which told me everything I needed to know about how serious tonight actually was. I found my name near the top and forced myself to breathe normal."Scouts are here," Maya said beside me, lacing her skates like her life depended on getting the knot exactly right. She continued. "Like, actual league scouts. Not just the community college kind." "I know." I'd known since yesterday, since Coach Bennett called me into her office and told me, very carefully, that with the sponsorship gone, my spot on the Storms wasn't something anyone could guarantee anymore. Not the scholarship. Not the roster. Nothing.Everything I had left now depended on what I could prove with my own two feet on the ice tonight, in fr







