LOGINBeing in a fake relationship with a hockey player. I must be sick. No! I must have hit my head somewhere. Clara had no choice but to agree to be in a fake relationship just to protect her secret from being exposed. She doesn't know what everyone was going to think of her after her work “The holy stripper” was being revealed as the author backed by her crush on her step brother. Clara makes the rules, no kissing, no sex and no feelings but what happens when she breaks the rules? She doesn't just despise the gut of the guy she hates so much on campus instead she has butterflies for him. What happens when the hot hockey player who everyone wants, gets into a relationship with a nobody on campus? Jealousy! Hatred! For the girls who have a crush on him, will Clara's secret be revealed or will a frustrated girl still dig in to find out why the popular star hockey player ditch her for Clara? Find out more!
View MoreROWAN Saturday sunlight filtered through the blinds like a promise. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed quiet mornings until this one — no chaos, no rumors, no meetings at the head teacher’s office. Just peace. And Clara.It had been months since everything fell apart and came back together again. The MVP game, the apologies, the gradual healing. Life felt... lighter now. Maybe because I’d stopped carrying guilt that was never mine to bear. Or maybe because, somewhere along the way, I learned that forgiveness could set you free.I was meeting Clara today — she’d said yes when I asked if we could talk. My hands shouldn’t have been trembling, but they were. I’d faced crowds chanting my name, stood beneath stadium lights, yet somehow, facing Clara was the one thing that made me nervous.The café where we met was quiet, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. She was already there when I walked in, wearing a cream sweater and light jeans, a notebook beside her half-finished cup o
CLARASome mornings, I still wake up and forget who I am now. For a few seconds, I expect to hear my alarm blaring, my mom calling from the kitchen, and the sound of Caleb’s car leaving for school. But instead, it’s the quiet hum of my dorm room, the soft ping of new notifications lighting up my phone, and the faint morning breeze brushing against my curtains.I stretch and roll over, squinting at the screen. Messages, emails, mentions. All for me.“Hi Clara, your words saved me.”“Thank you for helping me love myself again.”“You’re the reason I stopped hiding.”I smile before I can stop myself. Sometimes it still feels unreal — that people know my name, that they see me. A few months ago, I was just another girl with her head down, writing in secret because I was too afraid to be seen. Now, Curves and Courage isn’t just a magazine anymore. It’s a movement.I started it as a safe space for fat girls like me — for anyone who had ever been told they were “too much” or “not enough.” Ba
ROWANThe morning sunlight sliced through my blinds, landing squarely on my face, waking me earlier than I expected. I groaned, shifting under the sheets, but something heavier than sleep weighed on me. The MVP competition. Today wasn’t just any game—it was the culmination of weeks, months, maybe even a lifetime of pushing myself, recovering from suspension, and trying to regain footing after everything that had happened. My pulse picked up as I thought about it.I sat on the edge of my bed, letting my hands fall to my knees, staring at the floor. Two weeks ago, I would have been curled in a ball, uncertain, terrified of what awaited me if I stepped onto the field. But now… now I had purpose, a reason beyond personal glory. And that reason had a name: Clara.Clara.I had replayed her expressions in my mind countless times. The day I returned from suspension, the way her eyes lingered on me, a mixture of concern and caution. How she had encouraged me without pushing too hard, giving
AARONI haven’t left my room in hours, not that I have anywhere to go. The world outside seems louder than it has any right to be, but in here, everything feels suffocatingly still. Of course, I could hear the faint hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, the distant muffled laughter of students passing the windows down the street, and the soft creaks of the house settling. Each sound reminds me of how fragile my situation has become, how easily everything I’ve done could unravel and leave me exposed.I lean back against my chair, staring at the wall, trying to make sense of it all. Every memory of the past few days gnaws at me. The gathering where Clara revealed everything, the look on her face when I confessed—her shock, her hurt, the way she had trembled slightly, unable to mask the tears threatening to fall. That moment replays endlessly in my mind, a haunting loop I cannot stop. I thought I had control, thought I could manipulate a situation to my advantage, and yet her






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