LOGINALESSIA’s POV. His smile came almost immediately, and I returned one of my own.“Bennett,” he called, walking in with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. I suddenly craved chocolate and immediately stood up to rush towards him, completely forgetting that my head had been banging. Surprisingly, the pain seemed to have eased.Caleb laughed and handed me the chocolates as I walked back to my bed. He then placed the flowers on the bedside stand.“You sure know how to create a scene. I was worried sick when Kendra called me and told me what happened,” he said with a worried expression. I smiled and glared at Adrian when he snickered behind us.“I’m fine now. Apparently, chocolates solve all problems, don’t they?” I said, making him laugh. He sat down and started filling me in on everything going on with his team. By then, Adrian had left and returned a few minutes later with a nurse.“Alessia Bennett?” she called with a professional smile, though it was
ALESSIA’s POV. Bang… bang… bang.A very loud one at the back of my head and the front, too. It felt like someone had shoved a drum inside my skull and decided to beat the hell out of it.I slowly opened my eyes, immediately regretting it when the bright light above me stabbed through my vision.“Fuck,” I whispered, squeezing them shut again. Then I tried to raise my head, only for the pain to get worse.“What the hell?” I murmured, raising my palm to my forehead.“Alessia?”I recognised that voice. Adrian.“Thank God.” His voice sounded closer now, and I felt his fingers wrap around mine. “Hey, hey, take it easy. Don’t move too quickly, okay?”I tried opening my eyes again, blinking several times until the blurry figure beside me finally became recognisable. Adrian sat in a chair next to my bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His expression was somewhere between relief and the kind of anger that made me wonder what I’d done wrong.Why was he looking at me like that?“W
ALESSIA’s POV. I’d gotten a call from Coach and the head media team that I needed to be at the rink that morning for practice so I could get pre-game shots for the papers before the interview.That should have been easy, except I was going to be a few feet from my ex-boyfriend… the only person I still craved, no matter how things had ended between us. And I was going to watch him play as usual, act like I was fine, and pretend I wasn’t itching to scream my head off at him.I got dressed simply and drove across campus to the rink, counting numbers in my head so I wouldn’t have to think about him or anything that had to do with him. It was difficult—fucking difficult—because twice I caught myself checking the rear-view mirror to inspect my appearance and trying to rearrange my hair.Just to look good for him.Just to look like the girl who had moved on. A strained tear slipped from my eye because I hadn’t. Not when I’d tried to convince myself otherwise or even when I’d changed my look
ZANE’s POV. The night air helped a little. At least out here, I didn’t have to watch Alessia laugh at another man’s jokes or pretend I wasn’t bothered by the way he kept touching her. I shoved my hands into my pockets and leaned against the brick wall, trying to get my head to shut the fuck up. It had been three weeks since I ended things, and somehow, watching her with Caleb West tonight made those three weeks feel like nothing. Like I was right back where I started, wanting a girl I had no business wanting and hating myself for it.I hated that I was even out here thinking about it. Three fucking weeks, and I was still acting like a pathetic idiot over a girl I had personally told to get over me.The worst part was that I couldn’t even blame her. Caleb seemed like a decent guy, from what I’d seen. Good-looking bastard too, which only made things more annoying. He played hockey, knew how to talk to people without looking like he wanted to punch them in the face, and apparently knew
ZANE’s POV. There were approximately a thousand things I’d rather do than attend a university party called Booked & Wasted. Getting hit in the face with a hockey puck was somewhere near the top of that list.Unfortunately, Coach Reed had other plans for my evening, and apparently, being captain meant I couldn’t tell him to shove those plans up his ass.“Why’s your face like shit, bro?” Mason asked from my doorway.I glanced at him through the mirror. “Because I’d rather be anywhere else than in the midst of a bunch of crazy-ass college idiots. Who the heck names a party Booked & Wasted?” I asked seriously, and he laughed as he walked into the room.“It’s just a party. Loosen up a little. You’ve been secluded for three weeks, and I’m sure we have a pretty good idea what caused it,” he said, and I just shrugged and opened my closet, looking for something meaningful to wear that didn’t look like I was attending a fucking funeral.Black shirt, black trousers, and a Northbridge jersey jac
ALESSIA’s POV. The salon smelled like expensive shampoo and hot tools. Soft music played somewhere in the background, low enough that it barely registered over the quiet snip of scissors and the occasional hum of a blow dryer.I sat in the chair with a black cape fastened around my neck, staring at my reflection while the stylist ran her fingers through my hair, assessing its length and condition. Behind me, Kendra had claimed the waiting chair like it was her personal throne, her legs crossed and her phone already out, ready to document every second of this.“I’m just saying,” she said, not looking up from her screen, “if you’re going to do something this drastic, you better not chicken out halfway through.”“I’m not chickening out.” I narrowed my eyes at her reflection.“You said that last time you tried bangs.”“Those were a mistake, and we don’t talk about them.” I pointed a warning finger at her.Kendra grinned, finally lifting her eyes. “This is different. This feels… intention







