เข้าสู่ระบบMILES’ POV“You’re not going to answer me?” I ask, trying to hide the worry and impatience biting at me as I stand over Noah. I adjust the umbrella so it covers her properly, ignoring the way the rain continues falling over half of my exposed body.Because that’s the least of my worries right now.I need to understand why she’s here, crying under the rain like this. She might be many things, but weak and emotional enough to sit around crying her eyes out has never been one of them. Of all the places I expected to find her, this is the last one that ever crossed my mind, and finding her like this makes even less sense.My thoughts immediately travel to Tyson again, and my chest tightens at the possibility that he might be the reason she’s crying. Did he try to get her to do something she didn’t want to do? Or did he break her heart again?“Is it Tyson?” I ask, but she doesn’t answer. She simply continues crying, completely lost in whatever has broken her down this badly.Maybe I ju
NOAH’S POVMOMENTS EARLIER The moment the game ends, I go looking for Maisie.I don’t even give her a chance to leave campus because if I let her disappear now, I have no idea when I’ll see my camera again. I hurry through the lodge, scanning the crowd for her and her friends until I spot the guy from earlier behind the counter.He’s cleaning the countertop, thankfully no longer glued to his phone.I hurry over to him.“Hey, I wanted to ask. Did anyone come to collect the backpack I left with you before the game?”He pauses and looks at me with a confused frown.“What backpack?”I stare at him. Is he fucking serious right now?“The backpack I dropped off with you earlier. Before the game started.”His expression somehow becomes even more confused, like I’m speaking another language.I want to tell him exactly what I think of him, but what’s the point? Clearly, he wasn’t paying attention earlier, which probably gave Maisie the perfect opportunity to take my bag and steal my camera wi
MILES’ POV“GOAL! ASHFORD TAKES IT! THREE—TWO! WHAT A FINISH TO THE GAME!”The commentator’s voice is almost drowned out by the roar of the crowd, but I barely hear any of it.I fucking did it!With six seconds left on the clock, I actually put the puck past their goalie.“We fucking did it!”Someone slams into me from behind, and suddenly I’m being grabbed, shoved, and dragged into a pile of celebrating teammates.“Let’s fucking go!”“That’s our captain!”“Holy shit, Miles!”I laugh, breathless, as the guys jump all over me.We fucking won!Across the ice, the Wolves begin skating toward their bench. Logan passes me on his way off and stops just long enough to hold out his glove.“Hell of a game.”I return the handshake firmly.“Yeah. You too.”He gives me a small smile. “See you at the top.”“See you there.”He skates away with his team, and I watch him for a second.Playing against Logan is never easy. The guy knows exactly what he’s doing on the ice, and he’s good enough to make y
NOAH’S POVThe moment the puck drops, the arena erupts.Ashford comes out aggressive from the opening seconds, moving the puck quickly and pressing hard into St. Martins’ end of the ice. They seem determined to make it clear that they have no intention of letting the Wolves settle into the game, and every time an Ashford player gets close to the net, the crowd rises with them.I have my phone raised, tracking the action through the screen.The game is faster than I expected.Skates carve sharply into the ice as the players fly from one end of the rink to the other. Sticks clash as they fight for possession, bodies slam into the boards, and the crowd reacts to every near miss with a mixture of cheers and groans. I keep moving my phone with the players, taking photograph after photograph whenever I get a clear shot.Then, suddenly, St. Martins turns the play around.One second, Ashford has control of the puck, the next, Logan steals it.He takes off before our players can fully realiz
NOAH’S POVFuck, fuck, fuck!My head turns frantically from one direction to another, my eyes scanning the arena as if my camera might somehow appear out of thin air if I look hard enough.My heart is still pounding when something catches my attention among the spectators.Or rather, someone.Maisie.She’s standing with her friends a few rows away, laughing and talking carefreely. And there’s something twirling lazily around her finger while she chats.A brown strap.My heart skids. I squint, staring at it more closely.No. It can’t be.My eyes narrow as I focus on the strap again. That looks exactly like the fucking strap on my camera.I shoot my gaze immediately to Maisie’s face. As if she can feel me staring, she turns and our eyes meet.Her laughter slowly fades into a small, knowing smirk.Then, deliberately, she lifts the strap higher around her finger as though she’s showing it to me. Like it’s some fucking trophy.My stomach drops.I curl my hands into fists at my sides, my na
NOAH’S POVThe interschool match between Ashford and St. Martins is only days away, and the excitement around the university is impossible to miss. Everywhere I go, people are talking about the upcoming game and how the St. Martins Wolves are no easy competition. At this point, it feels like the match of the semester.I also barely see Miles around these days.He’s hardly ever at the apartment, and even those occasional run-ins we used to have have become rare. The only time I really see him is at the rink, where he’s been practicing and training obsessively with the rest of the team, barely giving me more than a passing glance.I figure it’s because of the upcoming game, although I still can’t completely shake the thoughts of our last interactions whenever I see him.But I try to bury those memories as quickly as they surface because I have enough going on without letting the thoughts of Miles distract me or the way he’d looked at me that night at the club.The team’s hard work ext







