Se connecterCLARA'S POVJaxson stopped the Mercedes next to me, leaned over, and pushed the passenger door open."Get in," he said flatly.I climbed into the warm car, still in shock. He started driving, and neither of us said anything for a minute."Good game today, congrats," I said, breaking the silence."Thanks," he said, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.I hesitated for a second. "Did Charles ignore you on purpose, or was it just a mistake?"Jaxson turned his head fast and looked straight at me. "You saw that too, right?""I saw it. Everyone saw it. Maya was yelling about it from the stands.""Right?" He almost laughed, shaking his head. "Charles can be a jerk sometimes.""Maybe he just wanted the spotlight for himself.""Maybe. Doesn't matter now, I guess. We won.""Yeah. Sterling Heights won."We both laughed a little. It felt nice to agree on something for once, but the laughter was short-lived. The drive from the estate gate to the Kings’ was short, and soon we pulled up to the drivewa
JAXSON'S POVThose simple words echoed loudly in my head. I took a deep breath and got my game face back on. I locked in and focused wholly on the ice in front of me.Charles picked up the puck in the neutral zone, head up, preparing to make the safe. He moved, heading to pass to the defenseman again, planning to ignore me the same way. But I read it before he moved his stick. I stepped into the passing lane, stripped the puck clean off him, and took off alone on a breakaway with nobody between me and the net.The goalie came out to challenge me, but I faked the forehand, pulled it to my backhand, and at the last second I shot it into the net; a clean goal, the scoreboard flickered – Five-four –. The horn blared; the game was over; Sterling Heights won.A heavy roar echoed through the bench, applause from all sides; the rink shook. The whole team piled off the bench and swarmed me at center ice. For a second I couldn't even tell who was who, just a pile of jerseys and sticks and nois
JAXSON'S POVThe horn blew, and we lined up for the opening faceoff. I looked down the bench one last time before the puck dropped. Charles was already in position on my right, tapping his stick on the ice, not even glancing my way. Carl caught my eye from where he sat and gave me a small nod. He knew something was off between me and my winger Charles, and he was silently telling me to just play through it.I didn't have time to think about it more than that. The ref dropped the puck, and my head went quiet, just like every game.We hit the ice for the first period and started strong. I pushed the puck back to our defensemen; they pushed it right back up the ice. I skated hard toward the net to receive the pass on my stick. I shot it fast, and boom, I buried the first goal. The crowd went wild; the cheers were loud and aggressive.James was right there on the ice; he crashed the net with me. We celebrated together near the glass, and two minutes later, we got another chance to score.
JAXSON'S POV Clara froze for a second, and I could literally see her scrambling to come up with something to say. "I'm not avoiding you," she finally said. "Right." I raised an eyebrow at her. "That's why you've been gone before the sun's even up since Monday, and my homework just magically appears on the dining table every single morning like a ghost dropped it off in the night. You've been running from me since Monday." Clara said nothing. She just pressed her lips into a thin line and kept her head down. I took a small step forward and saw her clearly. She wore her nightdress, the same one she wore the day I noticed her... ‘Snap out of it,’ I thought. I lowered my voice yet spoke fiercely. "We had a deal, Clara. You ride in my car to the bus stop and back. When you vanish and take the public bus, it makes it look bad, like I'm disobeying my parents' orders, and then they start calling to blow up my phone." She sighed loudly. "I just... I had things to do." "Sure you did,"
CLARA'S POV "No, we don’t," I said quickly. "He came to pass a message from your mom." "With all that noise? Did my mom yell?" "Lily, please just drop it," I started, but my phone buzzed and cut me off. I pulled it out of my jacket pocket and saw my mom's name lighting up the screen. I stared at it, hesitating for a second longer than I should have. A sudden pulse of anxiety hit me; what if something had happened? What if her condition got worse again? "Who’s calling?" Lily asked, stopping on the sidewalk and peering up at my phone. "Why aren't you picking up?" "It's no one," I said quickly, declining the call. I tapped out a fast text message: *Hey Mom, walking Lily right now for work! Is everything okay? Can text!* I shoved the phone back into my pocket. As we turned the corner to head back toward the main house, it stayed completely silent. No response came back. We kept walking, then turned and headed back toward the house, the Hilux still trailing behind us. Ten whole minu
CLARA'S POVI grabbed the hoodie off my chair and yanked it over my chest so fast I nearly knocked my lamp off the nightstand. "What are you doing?! You have to knock before coming into my room!"Lily completely ignored my scolding. She stepped closer and looked at me closely. "Whoa. That looks really pretty. Where'd you get it?""That's not a question you should be asking. And why did you barge into my room without knocking?""Because we are going out for a walk!" she said proudly. "Jaxson said yes!""Jaxson said yes?” I said in shock. “Are you sure, Lily?"
He stared at me. I stared right back. Our eyes fixed on each other. The world did not end, though it felt like it should have. His mouth opened. "What the hell?" he screamed. "Adene? Is this a joke? Are you stalking me now?" "Jaxson." Maria appeared behind him, but her eyes moved straigh
I stared at the screen until the light burned my eyes. Removed from the W******p group. Then from the squad. What for? What was my offense? My phone rang out. Maya was calling. I picked up. "Clara? Are you seeing this?" Maya’s voice was frantic. "I just saw the notification. I tried to message
The word hit me like a physical blow to the chest.Filled?This couldn't be true. I needed this job. It wasn't just a job; it was the medicine in my mother's veins. It was the roof over our heads."Maria, wait," Mrs. Gabe pleaded. "I spoke to Helena this afternoon. She said—""And I am speaking t
I couldn’t speak.“She’s fading, Clara,” he continued. "Every hour we wait is an hour we don’t get back. If we delay much longer, she might not make it.”The doctor walked away to check on another patient."I’ll get the money, sir. I’ll try," I whispered as he went.My phone buzzed in my hand. I lo







