Se connecterCHASE'S POVGAME DAYI've played through injuries. Played through a concussion I probably shouldn't have hidden from the trainers sophomore year. I've never played through anything like this.By the time Ava and I make it to the rink, the article's already everywhere every group chat, every gossip account, half the local news cycle recycling the story with updated photos, including the one of us tangled together outside her apartment window. My phone has stopped being useful for anything except absorbing an endless stream of notifications I don't have the bandwidth to read.Coach is waiting for me the second I walk into the locker room, expression unreadable in a way that's somehow worse than outright anger."My office," he says. "Now."The locker room goes dead silent as I follow him out, every teammate's eyes tracking me like I'm already gone, already a cautionary tale they'll be telling recruits about for years. Josh catches my eye
AVA'S POVTHE NIGHT BEFORENobody sleeps at the apartment that night. We end up crowded around the kitchen table until nearly two in the morning me, Chase, Alfred, even Leon and Emma once word spreads that Rodney's been found and everything's about to detonate in front of a stadium full of cameras tomorrow trying to figure out how to get ahead of whatever Jill's planning before it happens."We could talk to her," Emma offers, though even she doesn't sound convinced. "Try to talk her down before the game.""She's not going to listen to any of us," Alfred says. "Not after everything.""What about the athletic department?" Leon suggests. "If we tell Coach what we know, maybe they can tighten security, keep her away from the arena entirely.""And say what?" I rub my temples, exhaustion pressing heavy behind my eyes. "Hey, Coach, we think our former best friend is going to publicly detonate a recruiting scandal in front of scouts and
CHASE'S POVTHE BOATHOUSEThe old boathouse sits at the far edge of the lake, past the boundary where campus officially ends and the university's undeveloped land takes over, a place students mostly forget exists except as a rumor about parties that happened there a decade ago. I've been out here exactly twice in three years, both times for bonfires nobody bothered getting permission for.I break every speed limit getting us there."Slow down," Alfred says from the back seat, gripping the door handle like his life depends on it, "you're going to kill us before we even find him.""If something's happened to Rodney""I know." Alfred's voice is tight. "Just don't wrap us around a tree on the way."Ava's silent in the passenger seat beside me, phone clutched in her white-knuckled grip, reading the message over and over like it might reveal something new on the fifth pass. I reach over without thinking and squeeze her knee, and she grabs my hand and holds on like it's the only thing keepin
AVA'S POVMY FATHER'S NAMEI'm still in my pajamas when Chase shows up at my door instead of the coffee shop, his face pale enough that I know before he says a single word that whatever he's about to tell me is bad."What happened?""Can I come in?"I step aside, and he walks in slowly, like he's carrying something heavy he doesn't know how to set down. Emma pokes her head out of her room at the sound of the door, takes one look at Chase's expression, and quietly retreats, apparently deciding this isn't a conversation to interrupt."A reporter called me this morning," Chase says, once we're settled on the couch, close enough that our knees touch but neither of us quite reaching for the other. "Diane Cho. Investigative, working a story for tomorrow's print edition.""Okay." My stomach is already tightening, bracing for whatever's coming. "About your father?""About my father." He hesitates, and something in his face makes my blood run cold before he even finishes the sentence. "And abo
CHASE'S POVNAMES IN THE PAPERI don't sleep. I don't think I blink more than a few times between reading that text and the sun coming up, my phone lying face-down on the nightstand like putting it out of sight might somehow undo everything it just told me.Wait until they find out what your girlfriend's fake relationship was really built on.By six a.m. I give up pretending I'm going to rest and drag myself into the kitchen, where Josh is already awake, scrolling through his phone with the particular grimace of a man who's seen something he wishes he hadn't."You're famous," he says, not looking up. "Congrats.""Don't.""I'm serious, man, you're trending. Local news, two different gossip accounts, and somebody made a meme already." He turns the screen toward me a photo of my father's arm around my shoulders at that gala, captioned with something about nepotism that makes my stomach twist violently."Turn it off.""Just wanted you to know what you're walking into." Josh sets the phon
AVA'S POVWHAT WE'RE MADE OFI've never seen Chase look like this. Not the night Alfred beat him bloody in front of half the campus, not standing outside Coach's office bracing for a lecture. This is different. This is the look of a man watching the ground open up beneath everything he thought he understood about his own life."Chase." I reach for his arm, and he flinches slightly, like the touch surprised him out of whatever spiral he's caught in. "Look at me."He does, eventually, eyes glassy and unfocused. "My whole life," he says, voice hoarse, "people have assumed I got everything handed to me. The captaincy. The grades. The reputation. I've spent three years proving them wrong, working twice as hard as anyone else specifically so nobody could say my name came with an asterisk." His jaw works. "And now there's actual proof that maybe they were right all along.""We don't know that yet," I say, even though the documents sitting open on my phone say otherwise. "Financial contributi







