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DATE NUMBER THREE, THE DOUBLE DATE

Autor: Ladybee
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-11-04 15:52:57

(Ivy)

I changed outfits four times for a fake date.

I'm not proud of it. Juno sat on my air mattress eating popcorn like she was watching a show.

"The green dress was good," she said.

"I wore the green dress to Date One."

"So? It was a hit."

"I can't repeat outfits. He'll think I'm lazy."

"Who's he?"

"The hockey captain."

"The fake boyfriend who you are definitely not interested in?"

"Correct."

"Wear the red top."

"The red top is too much."

"The red top is exactly enough." She threw a kernel at
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  • EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS   THE SUSPENSION

    (East)Coach Haverty's office has one window, one desk, and a sign on the wall that says WINNERS DON'T QUIT in letters so faded they look more like a suggestion.At 12:20 a.m., it held four people. Coach. A woman from the athletic department's compliance office in a grey blazer. Gordon Pruitt, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.And me, dripping rainwater onto the carpet."Sit," Coach said.I sat."I'll be direct," said the woman in the blazer. Her name was Ms. Donnelly. She didn't smile. "A formal complaint has been filed alleging that you've misused your position as team captain.""Misused it how?""By engaging in a romantic relationship with a student, Ms. Sinclair, while exerting undue influence over her, and by using team resources to manipulate her application for the gala campaign.""That's not true.""We'll determine that.""I wrote a statement. It's in Professor Okafor's file.""We're aware.""Then you know the allegation is nonsense.""Mr. Whitaker." She folded her ha

  • EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS   THE ALMOST FORGIVENESS

    (Ivy)It started raining while we were still in the diner parking lot.Not the dramatic kind with thunder and violins. Just a soft, steady drizzle that turned the asphalt into a mirror and made the streetlights look like they were melting.I stood under the awning with my arms wrapped around myself. East stood a respectful three feet away, hands in his pockets, watching the sky like it owed him an explanation."You should go home," he said. "You'll get soaked.""I'm not made of sugar.""I know.""My car's across the lot.""I'll walk you.""I don't need an escort.""I know that too.""Then why are you offering?"He glanced at me. A small, crooked smile. "Habit."I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling too. We walked out from under the awning together, and the rain hit my face, cold and light. East pulled off his jacket and held it over my head without a word."Easton.""It's just a jacket.""It's your only jacket.""I have three.""Name them.""This one. The other one. And the one that sme

  • EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS   THE MISSING MINUTES

    (Ivy)We met on neutral ground, which in this case meant the back booth of the Maple Street diner, because apparently we're the kind of people who process trauma over pancakes.Dolores spotted us from across the room and clutched her chest."Hon!" she said, loud enough to turn heads. "You're back!""Hi, Dolores," East said quietly."Chocolate chip?""Just coffee, please.""Oh no." She looked between us. "Oh, hon. Coffee, then."She left without another word and returned two minutes later with two mugs and, strangely, a basket of fries we hadn't ordered. "On the house," she whispered. "Eat."I didn't touch them.East sat across from me with his hands wrapped around his cup. He looked terrible. Dark circles, stubble, the same hoodie he'd been wearing since the rink. His eyes were red-rimmed and wary, like an animal that had been hit too many times to trust a raised hand.On the table between us sat a small silver laptop."I got your message," I said."Thank you for coming.""I watched t

  • EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS   WHAT THE CAMERA SAW

    (Ivy)I almost deleted it.That's the truth. My finger hovered over the trash icon for a solid minute while Juno's kettle whistled in the background and my heart tried to climb out of my throat.An anonymous email. A video. A line that sounded like a movie trailer.If you want to know who East really is, watch until the end.It had Dom written all over it. Or Sloane. Or somebody who liked watching me squirm.But then I thought of the man on the ice with his hands open and his eyes wet, saying I wasn't asking for another chance. And I thought: if there's something worse than what I already know, I'd rather hear it from a camera than from a stranger.I pressed play.---The video was silent and grainy, black and white. A hallway. The time in the corner said 11:42.Dom walked in.I knew his walk before I saw his face. That easy, rolling confidence of a boy who'd never been told no. He slipped into a room. He came out holding a clipboard. He wrote something, crossed it out, wrote again.I

  • EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS   THE EVIDENCE

    (East)The Hawks training center has forty-two security cameras, and Mr. Alvarez knows where every one of them points.He's been the equipment manager since before I was born. He keeps butterscotch candies in his pocket and a framed photo of his late wife on his desk, and he once saved my entire freshman season by finding a lost skate guard in a dumpster.Which is why, at 7 a.m. on Monday, Theo and I were standing in his tiny office with our hands folded like two kids caught stealing cookies."You want to see footage from three months ago," Mr. Alvarez said."Yes, sir.""From the hallway outside the supply room.""Yes, sir.""On the night of the lockdown. The supplement audit.""Yes, sir."He peeled a butterscotch. He popped it into his mouth. He looked at us over his glasses."Boys. This is a serious request.""We know.""Is somebody in trouble?""Maybe," I said. "Not us.""Is somebody about to be?"I thought of Jonah. Of Ivy. Of a stack of pages with a green binder clip."Yes," I sa

  • EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS   THE CAPTAIN'S SECRET

    (East)"I'm going to lose it," I said.Theo looked up from the couch. "Lose what?""The pros. The Wolves. All of it."It was Sunday night. The hockey house was quiet. Half the team was at a movie, the other half was studying, and I was pacing the living room like a man waiting for a verdict."East.""I'm serious.""Sit down.""I can't.""You're wearing a hole in the carpet.""It's already ugly.""That's not the point."I stopped. I dragged both hands through my hair. My chest felt tight and strange, like I'd swallowed a stone."I've been thinking," I said. "Dom's going to file a complaint. I can feel it. He's been cooking something up for weeks.""Probably.""And if I tell the truth about what he threatened me with, the whole thing blows up.""Yeah.""So I might as well say it. All of it. To the committee. To Okafor. To everyone.""East.""I'm ready to lose it, Theo. If that's what it takes to keep her safe."Theo stared at me for a long moment. He picked up the remote, turned off the

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