登入The locker room feels heavy, like the air itself is pressing in.
Jay sits on the bench, still in his gear, hunched over, breathing like he just climbed a mountain.Liam leans against the lockers, arms crossed, face unreadable. He waits.Jay finally breaks the silence again. “What did you say to him?” His voice cuts through the room, sharp.Liam just tilts his head. “To who?”Jay’s tone drops, all warning now. “Don’t do that, Knox. You know who.”The rink was basically empty, apart from the sound of Jay’s skates slicing through the ice.He pushed himself, way harder than necessary. Legs burning, lungs tight.Practice wasn’t for another twenty minutes, but he’d already been grinding alone for half an hour. Drills. Just relentless repetition, until his muscles screamed because honestly, this was the only thing that worked anymore. The only time his mind stopped buzzing and let him breathe.He lined up six pucks by the blue line, started launching them one after another. Top corner, bottom corner, five hole. He nailed them all. The net stayed empty, but he pretended someone was in goal. Pretended it was a high pressure game, scouts in the stands with their notebooks. Every shot landed exactly where he wanted.Jay stopped, breathing hard, staring at the net.Six perfect shots.He felt nothing.“You’re here early.”Jay turned to see Coach, standing at the entrance, holding his clipboard, whistle dangling around his neck.“Wanted to
Swimming practice was the only thing that still felt untouched like nothing could mess it up. As soon as Noah hit the water, everything else fell away. All the noise in his head sunk right to the bottom.No Jay. No Liam. No crowd waiting for drama. Just pure water, breath, kick, turn. Over and over. He pushed off the wall too hard, arms cutting through the lane, shoulders burning almost immediately. Chlorine stung his nose. His lungs strained. It felt good. Pain was way easier than whatever was swirling around in his head.“Carter!” Coach Parker’s whistle cracked through the pool.Noah came up, hair plastered over his eyes.“This is warm-up,” Coach barked. “You trying to kill yourself before drills?”Teammates snorted.Noah grabbed the ledge, sucked in some air, and pushed off again. “I’m fine.”“Yeah? Your lane says otherwise. Slow it down.”He nodded, but honestly, two laps later, he’d already sped up.The harder he swam, the more his mind faded out completely. By the end, his wh
The buses rolled into the school lot just after noon.Up and down the line of seats, students slowly dragged themselves awake, the hiss of brakes and the engines idling lower shaking off heavy sleep. Neck pillows vanished into backpacks. Earbuds got stuffed in pockets. People picked up whatever half-finished conversations they'd dropped hours earlier, acting like nothing had happened.Outside, clouds pressed down on the sky flat, gray, cold.It took Joe nudging his shoulder for Noah to open his eyes.“We’re back.”For a second, Noah had no idea where he was.Then it all rushed in at once.Riverside.Jay.The fight.That silence afterwards.He felt the ache fill his chest before he’d even found his bearings.Around him, students were already shuffling to their feet, yanking bags down from the overhead bins. Mrs. Patterson’s voice cracked from the front of Bus 1, sharp and loud over the bus speakers.“Make sure you take everything with you! I am not mailing forgotten chargers back to
Alex and Tyler already laid out in their beds, still bickering about the bathroom as Noah changed and flopped onto his mattress. His bed still felt terrible. Everything scratchy, flat, cold. But exhaustion pressed down harder than the knots in his back. Joe clicked off the bedside lamp. The dark settled in. “Noah?” Joe’s voice was soft. “Yeah?” “It’s gonna be ok. Eventually.” Noah stared up at nothing. “You don’t know that.” “No. But I’m choosing to believe it.” Noah closed his eyes. Decided to try believing too. Just for tonight. The morning came all at once. Alex shook Noah awake. “Dude get up. Buses leave soon.” Light leaked in, cold and gray, and the room was already busy with people shoving stuff into bags and searching under beds. Noah didn’t have much to do; he was practically packed just zipped his duffel, threw on a hoodie, and tried to shake off the sleep. Joe looked half dead but grabbed his bag anyway. “You ready?” Noah asked. “No, but whatever. Doesn’t m
The dining hall was its usual madhouse.Long tables crammed with kids who’d just survived two straight days of activities and now, finally, got a chance to just be. Plates hit trays, forks clattered, voices crashed into each other from every direction. Some kid was throwing grapes. One zip! Two zip! A teacher roared over the noise, telling him to knock it off.Noah and Joe edged their way through, grabbed plates pasta, limp salad, bread that tasted yesterday and slipped onto the bench by the windows with Emma and Marcus.“Thank god that’s done,” Emma said, aiming her fork at her salad like she was mad at it. “I was pretty sure Mrs. Patterson was about to make us present again.”Marcus snorted. “Yours was way better than Tyler’s. Did you even hear him try to say ‘California?’ ‘Cal-i-FOR-nee-uh.’ God.”Emma had to laugh. “He was nervous. Leave him alone.”“Nah, he just didn’t prepare.”They went on, the kind of loud, easy back-and-forth that came when you didn’t have to think about it
Noah stood slowly.Joe touched his arm, “You okay?”“No.”“Want to....”“I need to be alone for a minute.”Joe’s face fell, but he nodded. “Okay. I’ll be in the cabin if you need me.”Noah walked outside. The sun was bright, and the lawns were already filling with students heading everywhere gardens, pond, just wandering.Mrs. Patterson’s voice floated across the lawn. “Everyone stay on the property! No woods! Dinner at six!”Noah kept walking. No idea where he was really headed. Just knew he needed to move, to outrun whatever was squeezing his chest.He found himself at the old greenhouse. The door was open he slipped inside.The heat and humidity were a shock. It smelled like earth, like things growing. Rows of empty beds and broken pots, vines scaling the glass.Noah sat on a crate in the back. Put his head in his hands.And finally, he broke.All the tears he’d be







