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Chapter 15. “See You On Monday”
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Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 55. Losing Someone
Memphis’s P.O.V‘Don’t talk to me.’ That’s all that cycles through my mind as I stare at my partner, whose palms are still plastered to her face. My heart thuds rapidly in my chest, leaving me wondering whether it’s Miss Blake’s wrath I’m more concerned about or Anne-Marie’s rage. Something tells me it’s the latter.Her body rises and falls in a rhythm that looks nothing like calm. It’s unsettling.Now I’m certain about what makes her tick: having to talk to me. But worry latches onto me the longer I watch her remain like that. The ticking clock is the least of my problems at this moment.I play with her name in my head, wanting so badly to call her, go to her, check on her, ask if she’s fine. Yet, I cower at the thought of facing another outburst from her.Her hands slide down her face. She turns slightly, the hood of her sweater covering her so that I don’t see her face. Her right hand tightens into a fist before it goes to her face. Something hurtful cinches my chest. I can see m
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 54. What Sports Psychology is All About
Memphis’s P.O.VIt’s Thursday morning—over thirty-six hours since I tailed Anne-Marie and got harshly told off, and five days since her wristwatch came into my possession. It’s currently 11:45 a.m., fifteen minutes to our group presentation at Miss Blake’s office, and I’m standing outside the Sports Science building, waiting for her to finish a class that should have ended twenty-five minutes ago.Worry whirs in my head as I stretch my neck and peer into the building; I’m tempted to think she’s bailed on me at the last minute, but she’s the one who reached out first when I’d completely given up and was ready to take the extra semester. She emailed the materials she had prepared for our group work presentation, and my mind was blown. I’d never seen anything so excellent and detailed; I started to feel indebted to her. It had everything: almost like a full curriculum with plans, chapters, logistics, budget, timing, etc.; there was almost nothing left for me to do. However, she was sur
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 53. Visual and Emotional Trigger
Anne-Marie’s P.O.VHorrified, I whip around, scanning the street for anyone I know, like Diana, returning home with my baby. There’s no one coming.My heart is pounding hard in fear. A sickening twist settles in my stomach. I slap my hand over my mouth, throw my gaze up at the old woman still smiling at me, then fix my gaze back on that darned black van, desperately wishing it were a ghost I saw. I bite down on my lower lip, trembling, hoping, yet waiting for him to show himself as my eyes water. I count seconds in my head.Nothing. So I turn around and walk hastily. My shaky hand goes to my back pocket.“Anne-Marie?” “Oh, God!” I gasp, finally managing to pull my phone out. I fumble to unlock it while walking so fast in the opposite direction of my apartment building. It unlocks, and I tap the phone icon. “I’m calling 9-1-1, you fu–ing stalker.”“What? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” He raps with desperation. I hear him running behind me. My heart lurches out of my throat. Panic de
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 52. Too Shy
Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“You’re lying to me.” His voice cracks. My breath hangs in my throat.He blinks slowly, locking my gaze as if challenging me, as if he can see inside my head and tell that I never had the chance to move on.Caught off guard, I swallow hard, cross my arms, and avert my gaze to the window. “Believe whatever you want. I don’t really care…” I mutter with the last of my resistance, then take a deep breath. “Can you drop me off at the bus stop ahead?”“You’re changing the subject.”I shut my eyes, clench a fist, press my lips together impatiently, then turn to him. “Kaizer, I–”“But it’s okay,” he cuts in, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he turns his eyes onto the road while steering the wheel. And I just know he can tell. He can tell that I’m lying. My face starts to flame.So embarrassing. I quickly turn back to the solitude of looking out my window. Next time he offers me a ride, I know to turn him down, no matter what. I’m in no position to deal with something
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 51. Moved On
Anne-Marie’s P.O.VIn my right hand, I slowly turn a high-tech, encrypted security card with Marcus’ face on it, my head buzzing softly as I take my time and stroll back to where Kaizer’s car is parked in the hospital garage. My eyes fall to the card. Just his name—Marcus D. M., his photo, and a barcode. No company name for security reasons.Sighing deeply, I halt in my tracks and unlock my phone, my thumb already hovering over the dial button. I try to talk myself out of it, but if the cases were reversed and he hadn’t heard from me in days, I know he’ll show up outside my apartment building or call. I don’t know where he lives; I wouldn’t even go there if I knew. But I can call. And that’s exactly what I do. I put the phone to my ear and take a deep breath, waiting.How can he forget a corporate badge this important? Mr. Dawson had something like this when I worked at the logistics company. He’d let me have it whenever he wanted me to run errands for him in places that were restrict
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 50. Just My Classmate
Memphis’s P.O.VA thunderous horn sends a jolt through me; I flinch in my seat, my phone slipping out of my hand. I grip the steering wheel quickly, step on the gas, and drive. ‘Reach out to your team member, Memphis.’ This is all that cycles in my mind. I carefully drop my right hand to the floorboard, feeling for my phone as my other hand steers the wheel. When I don’t find it, I glance down only to find it stuck between my seat and the console. I pull it out, take one final troubled glance at the email, then lock my phone.Over eighty-five of us take Sports Psychology. How on earth did I end up with her? Why in heaven’s name did it have to be her?My jaw clenches. Frustrated, I slam my fist hard on the steering wheel and honk at the vehicle moving too slowly in front of mine.The classes are only twice a week, but being paired with her means we’ll have to interact at least 3 times each week, because Sports Psychology is that big of a deal for every Northbridge athlete in senior ye
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