LOGINLucas
My lower spine was still throbbing with a dull, persistent ache from all the intense twisting and stretching exercises my physical therapist had put me through today.I would have called it quits halfway through the session, but the guy was keeping detailed records. Every single movement was being tracked on a chart that my head coach would be reviewing at the end of the week to decide if I was ready to step back onto the ice.I pulled intoLucas “And?” I blurted out, my chest heaving as I practically begged him to speak faster before I collapsed right on the floor from the agonizing suspense. “Am I cleared to play, Coach? Am I still in the game or not?”My coach stared at me for three grueling seconds before a slow, genuine smile cracked across his weathered face.“We want you back on the ice, Miller.”“Yes!” I shouted, pumping my fist into the air.A sudden, booming round of applause erupted from the board of directors seated around the long conference table, the executives smiling and nodding in approval. Relief flooded through my veins so fast my knees almost buckled.“Congratulations, Miller,” my coach added, raising a hand to quiet the room. “However…”The huge smile on my face instantly vanished at the sound of that single word. My stomach dropped into a cold knot. A however? Was there some kind of hidden catch attached to my cle
Lucas“One last time,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, forcing the words through my chest as I summoned every remaining shred of energy I had left to lift the heavy iron bar.My arms trembled under the strain, and my core locked tight to protect my lower back as I pushed the weight upward through the final rep. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my physical therapist watching me like a hawk. She was scrutinizing every single angle of my posture, her sharp eyes tracking the micro movements of my spine as I worked. Standing right behind her, arms crossed over his chest, was my head coach. He was paying attention to my form, watching to see if I would flinch or show any lingering signs of the spine injury that had kept me benched for weeks.“How was that?” I gasped out, dropping the heavy weights onto the rubberized floor with a dull, echoing thud.I wiped a thick layer of sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm, staring at her expectantly. She gave a slight, dismiss
LoriI remained standing entirely frozen in the dimly lit hallway outside Jessica's bedroom door, my fingers hovering inches above the cool handle. My mind spiraled in confusion, contemplating whether I should just throw the door wide open and confront her on the spot. Or simply turn on my heel, walk back to my room, and forget she even existed.“Lor? Are you still there, babe?” Lucas’s voice suddenly rang out through the tiny speaker of my phone, cutting through the suffocating silence of the corridor and distracting me from my spiraling thoughts.I took a fast, shallow breath, pressing the receiver closer to my ear. “Hey, Lu? Please confirm something for me real quick, will you?”“Yeah? What is it, Lor?” he replied without a single second of hesitation, his deep tone laced with effortless affection. “You know I will do absolutely anything for you, babe. Just name it.”“Are you currently answering another call right now w
LoriThe rest of the day passed painfully slowly. I spent nearly an hour on my hands and knees refolding and reorganizing every single delicate fabric that Angel had scattered across the floor. All while my mind wildly wrestled with the agonizing decision of whether to quit both the internship and the fashion competition altogether.I really didn't think I could continue living like this. Not with Jessica turning into my bitter enemy and vowing to frustrate every single area of my life. If only I hadn’t suffered that terrible leg injury months ago during cheerleading, maybe my spot on the squad would still be fine and Jessica wouldn’t be able to act as if she held my entire future career in her hands.The very second dismissal time finally arrived, I let out a heavy breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding. Wanting to avoid any more public humiliation, I quickly snuck out of the building through the quiet back exit.
LoriA new week was supposed to represent a fresh start. But in my shattered world, it felt like nothing more than a continuation of the same endless nightmare. The sudden phone call from the fashion competition panel over the weekend had managed to briefly distract me from my self destructive thoughts, but now that Monday morning had arrived, the paralyzing anxiety was right back in full force.I didn't have any early morning classes scheduled, so I decided to head straight to the fashion house for my internship shift. Truthfully, I would have handed in my resignation and quit the position days ago just to avoid the tension, if not for the fact that I desperately needed the practical hours to score higher points for the final round of the showcase.As I approached the glass front doors of the sleek building, I paused to whisper a silent prayer under my breath. I prayed that Jessica hadn't poisoned her mother’s mind against me yet. Or demanded that my internship placement be revoked
LucasNo matter how many times I was forced to sit on the sidelines, I knew in my gut that I would never, ever get used to being benched. My real home was out there on the ice, gliding through the freezing air with my stick in hand, tracking the black puck as it skidded across the surface.Still, despite the restless agitation clawing at my chest, I was here on the bench to cheer for my boys. Their success was my success. We needed this crucial win to seal our official spot in the state finals, and I was going to support them with everything I had.So, while the rest of my teammates aggressively fought for control, chasing and passing the puck back and forth across the rink, I cheered loudly from the sidelines. I whistled through my teeth when someone made a clean hit and shouted harsh words of encouragement to keep their energy high.I watched intently as Alex expertly tackled the puck away from the opposing team's winger using a swift stick check. A proud smile spread across my face
LoriIt was not just because of Lucas. It was because of the person sitting on the opposite side of the stadium.I looked up at the special seating section reserved for the varsity athletes. Travis sat right in the middle of his fraternity brothers, wearing his black football jacket. He looked good
Lori’s POV My eyes snapped shut. I couldn't tell them about Lucas. Not yet. I couldn't even process it myself."Travis cheated on me," I croaked. My voice sounded raw, completely ruined. "With Elena. On my freaking bed."Jessica’s jaw dropped. She gasped so loud it filled the quiet space. "That a
Lori’s POVA dark gleam flashed on his eyes as Lucas’s smirk widened. He guided me out by placing his palm firmly against the small of my back. I was putting on a denim jacket, but the heat from his touch burned into my skin.I was surprised to find out that his dorm room didn't look like a typic
Lori’s POV Without waiting to see what he is about to do next, I took my car keys and ran out of the room. I rushed past Jessica and Ann in the hallway. Their worried voices shouted my name. However, I ignored them and plunged out of the apartment and into the cold night air. I knew how reck







