LOGINELIANAA frustrated sigh escapes from my lips as I turn on my sides for the thousandth time, trying to get some sleep but…to no avail. I stare at the digital wall clock, watching the clock tick in slow motion and it feels like time has been frozen. I close my eyes, clear my mind and try again. A few minutes pass by but…it's all in vain. I sigh in defeat and shove away the blankets, climbing down from the bed and leave my room.It's quiet as I walk down the hallway and descend the grand stairs. Of course I don't expect anyone to be awake in the middle of the night. My mother went to bed early because she was exhausted from her daily florist job.She told me that she had a lot of orders today and didn't have enough time to rest in between. For uncle Robert, he came home a little late and he looked exhausted as well. He mentioned about having a late meeting with investors. And for Jackson, I don't have any idea if he had gone to bed or not. The last
JACKSON “This is the last chance, Jackson. No next time. Your career depends on it and so is mine. If you want to stand a chance to be recognised at the championship, you’ll have to win the two remaining games. Or else…you’ll become a substitute and we all know that isn't good.” The coach’s words replayed in my head over and over again like annoying music put on repeat, loud, hard to ignore.“ Fuck you Ethan!” I curse through gritted teeth, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as my car pulls through the gates and I drive straight ahead to the parking lot.A low growl escapes my lips, the desire to let out all the frustration that has been building up within me throughout the drive so strong. Turning off the engine, I punch the centre of the steering wheel so hard that my car honks. However, that doesn't make me feel any better. I unbuckle the seatbelts and head straight to the mansion, my hands fisted to my sides.I open the door and she's t
JACKSON It has already been three damn days without skating on the ice. Even though I don't want to admit it out loud, it feels like forever. I have been dry practising every single day after school back at home using the tiny information that Eliana gave me. I have been trying my best to perfect my left side and strengthen the right side so that it would be easy to kick Ethan's ass the next time we meet in the rink.I look across the big hall and spot him. It's all his fault that all this is happening. It's his damn fault that I have missed the feeling of being on ice for fucking three days. As though he senses my eyes on him, he turns to look at me and I don't miss the little curl at the corner of his lips. My jaw clenches and I’m tempted to walk to him and punch the stupid smirk away from his face but…I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I know damn well that he's doing all that to get a reaction from me.The supervising teacher clears his throat intentionally and I turn my att
ELIANATHREE DAYS LATER It's quiet inside the kitchen as everyone is focused on his/her plate. I scoop a spoonful of the scrambled egg and sip on my coffee. From across the island table, I can feel his eyes lingering on me.Slowly, I raise my head from the plate to look in his direction and we lock eyes. He's casually leaning on the kitchen counter, holding a a mug of steaming coffee in his hands while he sips on it, taking his sweet time.I want him to say something. Just anything. However, he doesn't say even a single word. His sharp blue eyes don't give away anything and it's hard to tell what 's going on in his mind.It has already been three damn days since I shared my idea with him. However, he hasn't said anything. He hasn't responded to me, to tell me if he's in or not. He's pretending as if we didn't talk about anything. He's acting cool, as if he isn't holding anything towards Ethan. However, whenever his name is mentioned when he's around, I can see how his jaw clenches a
JACKSON “While your weak side is left, his weak side is right.” Her words are still loud in my head. I stare at the door for a while even though she has walked out of my room, the faint smell of her perfume still lingering in the air. I wasn't expecting her to give me such important information. Not that easily. I know fucking well that it's a trap. She's giving me a piece of information that I have been trying to find for months. Or rather, two years since I became the captain of Hawkers. The winning team gets the opportunity to represent Hillcrest Academy in the hockey championship and the players of the losing team act as substitutes, in case of injuries or inconvenience. “Damn it!” I curse through gritted teeth, the thirst to find more about the opponent's weaknesses growing inside me. Too strong and I hate every bit of it. I hate that I want to go and ask her more, and more, and more. She awakened that darker side of me that has been inactive for quite sometimes. The cu
ELIANA Jackson is hesitant to respond to my suggestion. However, I don't wait for his response as I walk into his big spacious room. The room is clean, grey painting on the wall and it smells more like him, his strong cologne that is almost suffocating. I ignore everything and walk to him before the mirror. “Hand me the towel,” I say in a soft voice. I don't want to come across as rude since it's my fault he has a busted lip. I reach for the wet face towel but he pulls back his hand, “I can manage,” He says, being stubborn. “Can you just stop being stubborn for a moment and let me help you? Of course I know you can do it. I’m only helping because you got it because of me.” I scold and he raises an eyebrow at me. I reach for the towel again but he doesn't pull away his hand this time. He lets go easily, without that much struggle. He watches quietly as I fold the towel. I raise my hand to reach for his lip and that's when I realise how tall he’s. I will have to tiptoe. “Do







