INICIAR SESIÓNCHAPTER 184FRAGILE THINGS THAT DON’T SHATTERISLAThe library has always been my favorite kind of quiet.This quiet was warm. Dusty sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching in the air like suspended glitter. Pages turned, pens scratched and someone coughed three tables away and immediately whispered an apology.It was just a different kind of peace.I sat cross-legged on one of the window seats, a textbook open on my lap and three more stacked beside me like I was actually planning on reading all of them. My highlighter rested between my teeth while my eyes skimmed the same paragraph for the fifth time.I hadn’t absorbed a single word. And that was because my mind wasn’t here. It was with a particular boy I couldn't stop thinking about. It was with Ellis.It had been less than a day since the board handed him that “formal warning,” and even though he’d acted calm about it, I knew better. Ellis doesn’t explode, he gets very quiet. And quiet Ellis was far more dangerous than lo
CHAPTER 183FRAGILE CRACKS IN THE ICE ELLISIt took less than 24 hours for the paper to get to my hand. A warning.That was what it said on the paper now sitting in my locker, folded once, then twice, like if I made it smaller it would mean less. At least, it was just a formal warning and not suspension. But either ways, it was a stain in my records. I stared at it for a long time before shutting the locker. I was cleared on paper, but reality said something else. People didn’t look at me the same way when I walked back into the rink that evening. Some clapped my shoulder. Some said, “Glad you’re good.” Some avoided eye contact entirely.Whispers don’t disappear just because a board says “insufficient evidence.”They just change shape and make you know exactly how well the shoe fits. I don't blame Isla anymore for OD’ing.Victor was already on the ice when I stepped out for light drills. He skated like nothing had happened, lke he hadn’t almost made me loose two games because of i
CHAPTER 182UNDER REVIEWELLISI had never hated fluorescent lighting until that morning.It made everything look harsher than it was. The walls, the long oak table, the three members of the review board sitting across from me like judges in some low-budget courtroom drama.My name was printed on a sheet in front of them, and so was the word Complaint. Unsportsmanlike conduct.I stood with my hands clasped behind my back because if I didn’t, I’d start pacing, and if I paced, I’d look defensive. And if I looked defensive, they’d assume guilt. Asher stood slightly behind me to the right. He had that captain posture…. Controlled…. Silent support. Across the room, Daniel Hargrove sat with a faint bruise on his cheek like it had been placed there for effect.I don't remember giving him that. So definitely effect. “Ellis Grant,” the chairwoman began, adjusting her glasses. “A complaint has been filed alleging intentional targeting, excessive force during contact, and verbal intimidation f
CHAPTER 181THE COMPLAINTISLA“Ouu, looks like even his whore doesn't know yet.” Lara's worde drive something into my chest. I don't know if it was the part of her calling me a whore or the part that I didn't know what was going on with Ellis. I bit down on my lips, forcing back the tears that tried to spill from how much the words hurt. “We’ll tell you for free since you don't know. It's for unsportsmanlike conduct,” Jade said, like she was announcing the new reigning hairstyle. My eyebrows dipped into a frown. I was confused. Unsportsmanlike conduct? Against Ellis? Or do they have him mistaken for Victor? Because if there is anyone who would have that kind of complaint filled against them, then it's definitely Victor. I laughed, the sound coming out sharp and humorless. “For what exactly? Breathing too aggressively?”Lara folded her arms. “Excessive force. Intentional contact. Verbal aggression toward an opposing player.”My brain worked twice as much as it would work on a no
CHAPTER 180THE BAIT AND THE CATCH ISLA I was in my room one night, two night before the match to be exact when I got a call from Asher. He never “just called.” If he called, it was either important… or dramatic.“Don’t pretend you forgot,” he said the second I picked up.A smile twitched my lips. Of course I didn't forget, he'd rang it in my ears a million times and let's not forget Ellis did too. “I didn’t forget anything.”“Hockey match on Friday. Four p.m. Home rink.”I smiled into the phone even though he couldn’t see me. “You sound nervous.”He scoffed. “I don’t get nervous.”“You’re lying.”There was a pause, proving me right before his voice flowed into my ears in a lower tone. “Just be there, Isla.” That tone was more my brother than I'd known. “I’ll be there,” I said. “Front row. I'll be more annoying than usual.”He huffed. “God help us.”“God already did. You have me.”He hung up after that, but it was like I could still hear his smile even in his silence. If that mad
CHAPTER 179DON’T BREATHEISLAOkay… maybe today would be that day I'll get my head decapitated by my brother. The door handle moved, not fully, but just enough to make the softest click. But in that second, it sounded like a gunshot.Ellis’ body was still over mine, both of us frozen in a way that felt almost unnatural. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears drumming loudly up to my head. God knows if Asher opened that door, if he saw what was going on…. This would be the end of it. My stomach dropped so violently I thought the bike would crawl out of my throat. “Ellis?” Asher’s voice came through the door again, louder and more persistent. I pushed at Ellis’ chest immediately. “Get off,” I whispered, panic lacing every syllable that fell out of my mouth. God please. He moved fast, rolling off the bed and grabbing the nearest thing he could find to pull on. I scrambled for my clothes, my hands shaking so badly I fumbled with my hoodie twice before getting it over my head.Th







