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Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Phase Five
CHASEWe missed Valentine's Day.The real one, February fourteenth, had happened while we weren't speaking. I'd spent it on the second line against BU. She'd spent it in the press box pretending I didn't exist.So after the birthday party, we made rule six: one very late Valentine's Day, owed. Non-negotiable.I picked the first Saturday in March. Three weeks late. I didn't care.The only problem was that the Titans had a home game against Providence that night, and she was covering it. Which meant that on the night I'd decided was our Valentine's Day, the girl I was in love with would be sitting in a press box thirty feet above me, writing Hartley in block letters in her notebook, and I wouldn't be allowed to look at her."This is the worst fake Valentine's Day of my life," I told Jax on Friday night.He was watering Gerald. With an eyedropper. Three drops."You've had worse," he said."Name one.""Last year. You spent the real one at a party with Tyler. Tyler cried about his ex-girlf
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Bonus
SLOANEThe Dalton commitment portal had a big green button that said **ACCEPT OFFER OF ADMISSION**.It had been sitting there since December, when the early action decision came in. The scholarship was waiting. The housing deposit was waiting. The "Welcome to the Class of 2031" email was sitting in my inbox with an animated GIF of a cartoon titan doing a happy dance.I'd opened the portal eleven times since the birthday party.I hadn't clicked the button once."You're doing it again," Ethan said.I looked up. He was at the photo station across the newsroom, headphones around his neck, color-correcting the girls' basketball spread for the March issue."Doing what?""Staring at your screen like it owes you money.""Castillo's line.""I'm reclaiming it. Again." He took off his headphones. "Is it the commitment portal?""How do you know about the commitment portal?""Because you've had the same tab open every day since Monday, and it has a cartoon titan on it." He rolled his chair over. N
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Playbook
CHASEMarcus was alone in the Dalton weight room at 5:40 Monday morning, fourteen hours after I'd pulled back onto campus with a cooler full of turkey wraps.I knew he would be. Marcus did legs on Monday mornings before practice, alone, with a playlist that was eighty percent Luke Bryan and twenty percent songs about trucks that weren't by Luke Bryan but wished they were. He'd done it every Monday for two years. I used to come with him.I stood in the doorway with two coffees from the lounge machine.He saw me in the mirror. His face didn't move. He racked the bar on the squat rack, stepped out from under it, and sat down on the bench beside it, wiping his face with a towel."Captain," he said."Marcus.""You're early.""I came to find you.""I figured." He didn't get up. "You bring a peace offering, or is that coffee for you and Jax?"I held one out. "It's terrible.""The lounge machine is always terrible.""I know. That's why it's an apology. If it were good coffee, it'd just be cof
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Things Fathers Know
SLOANERiley was sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bed with a heating pad on her lap and the expression of a woman who had been waiting since 9:26 p.m."Close the door," she said.I closed the door."Lock it."I locked it."Sit."I sat on the edge of the bed in last night's green dress. She looked me up and down very slowly, from the tangled hair to the snow-stained hem to the heels hanging from two fingers."Your dress is on inside out," she said.I looked down. The seams were facing out. The zipper was on the wrong side."Oh, fuck.""How long have you been downstairs like that?"I did the math. The kitchen. Victoria. Dad and the orange juice. Brittany and her suitcase. Twenty minutes of concealer. The rules. The oat milk."An hour," I said faintly."Who saw you?""Everyone. Everyone saw me. Victoria. My father. Brittany Calloway." I put my face in my hands. "Brittany looked right at me and said 'analytics.'""Brittany Calloway saw your dress on inside out and chose mercy?" Ri
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Rules We Broke
SLOANEVictoria was at the kitchen island in a silk robe, holding a coffee, looking at me.I was in last night's green dress, holding my heels, with snow on my ankles and, I was fairly sure, a throw-pillow seam still printed on my face.Neither of us spoke.The coffee maker gurgled. The clock on the stove said 6:41. Outside the window over the sink, the sky was going from gray to pink over the hedges, and over the hedges was the pool house, and in the pool house there was absolutely nothing for her to see, except that we'd left the lights on, which meant there was everything for her to see."Good morning," Victoria said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""In the dress.""It's a very comfortable dress.""You're holding your shoes.""They're very uncomfortable shoes."She took a slow sip of her coffee and didn't say anything else, which was worse than anything she could have said.Then the basement door opened. Chase walked in.He was wearing last night's suit pants, last
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Secret on Paper
SLOANENeither of us said anything for a long time.Then he laughed. Quietly. Into my hair."What?" I said."You traced it." His fingers moved slowly along my spine. "The tattoo. You traced the whole thing. Twice.""It's well done. Tank has a gift.""You traced her hair three times.""I was checking the texture.""You were checking the texture," he repeated, and the way he said it, warm and wrecked and so fond, made something in my chest crack open all over again."Chase.""Mm.""What did your mother lie to you about?"His hand stopped on my back."I texted you," he said finally. "Last Saturday. After the steakhouse. Nothing came up under it.""I blocked you.""I know you blocked me. I sent it anyway." He took a breath. "I have a brother. Owen. He's seventeen. And a sister. You've met her. And a stepmother who's been sending me Christmas cards since I was five that I never got."I lifted my head."Kira Walsh," he said.The blue light rippled over his face."Kira," I said. "Kira from t
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Collision Course
SLOANERevenge tasted like shirtless pettiness and the faint scent of cedar body wash.I was starving for anything that wasn’t Victoria’s artfully plated grilled salmon, so I’d claimed the kitchen while the happy couple was out “finalizing wedding details.” The massive marble island gleamed under r
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Morning After
CHASEThe bed was empty when I woke. Sheets tangled, pillow still dented from where she’d collapsed. Amber—Ashley?—had ghosted around 3 a.m., heels clicking softly down the hall like she thought stealth was an option. It wasn’t. Thin walls go both ways.Sunlight sliced through the curtains like a
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Welcome Home
CHASEThe locker room reeked of sweat-soaked gear, fresh tape, and the cold bite of sharpened blades. Most of the Vancouver Titans had already peeled out after morning skate—laughing, slapping asses, scattering to hotels for whatever flavor of chaos they’d lined up: threesomes, one-night stands, or
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The News
SLOANEI was halfway through a very important scroll when my bedroom door swung open without so much as a courtesy knock.“Oh my god, Dad—what the hell?” I yanked the sheet up to my chin, though my silk camisole and tiny sleep shorts had already betrayed me by riding up in all the wrong places. Dad
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