LOGINZAYDENSomeone pulled me along until I finally tore my gaze away from the Santa Monica captain.Before I knew it, we were already in the hall allocated to UCLA.“Congratulations, man.” Jace slapped my back.I smiled and nodded, although the excitement surrounding me felt strangely distant.While some members of the team couldn't stop smiling, celebrating our victory and replaying the highlights of the match, I noticed a sizable percentage looking visibly unhappy, their expressions betraying the resentment they were trying not to voice.“Yeah. Star boy. Scored all the goals himself,” someone added loudly.A lump formed in my throat.Hoarding the puck like that had clearly made everyone unhappy, and I couldn't even blame them for it. I knew how selfish I had looked out there, how often I had kept possession instead of giving someone else the opportunity to score, but this was really my only chance.They would still get to play hockey for a very long time. They had years ahead of them to
ICE RINKZAYDENSweat trickled down my body in steady torrents, soaking through my jersey as I struggled to catch my breath.My eyes darted toward the scoreboard.UCLA: 4Santa Monica: 1We were already winning, but it wasn't enough.Not for me.I might be retiring soon, and if this really was going to be one of my last games, then I had to give it everything I had. Every ounce of strength, every bit of skill, every remaining second on the ice had to count.I couldn't afford to hold back now.To my left was Ronan, who had spent the entire game covering for me, ensuring that none of the opposing players got close enough to interfere whenever I went after the puck.He'd been doing it so seamlessly that anyone watching from the stands might have mistaken us for a pair who had played together for years.But I knew better.Ronan had barely had an opportunity to showcase his own abilities, let alone score a goal. Every time the puck came within his reach, he seemed more interested in ensuri
RONANMy eyes drifted back to Zayden. Something about him had felt strange ever since we left the physiotherapist's office, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to find out what the hell was going on with him.He was currently adjusting his knee guard, seemingly oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.I slowly crept up behind him, fighting the temptation to slip my hands around his waist and ask him outright what the fuck had happened to him.Unfortunately, my curiosity wasn't the only thing I was struggling to control.Instead, I reached for his wrist.He paused, then turned to look at me.What struck me first was that he hadn't noticed me approaching. That was strange. Zayden was always hyperaware whenever I was around, almost as though he expected me to jump on him at any given moment.Yet here he was, so distracted that he hadn't even noticed me sneaking up on him.Interesting.“What are you doing?” he whispered, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.I ignore
ZAYDEN My heart pounded heavily as I watched Doctor Dave jot down a few more notes in his notepad.The entire examination had felt like sitting on pins and needles. Every machine he brought out, every question he asked, and every time his fingers pressed against my arm sent another wave of anxiety coursing through me. I had tried to remain calm throughout the process, answering his questions and following his instructions, but the longer the examination dragged on, the more difficult it became to keep my fears under control.What scared me most was the faint pain I felt when he pressed down on the area closest to the fracture. It wasn't particularly intense, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat, and ever since then, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about what it might mean.Please don't let him find anything wrong.Please.That was the only thing I could mutter under my breath as I waited for him to finish, my fingers tightly intertwined in my lap while I watched him rev
ZAYDENBefore I realised what I was doing, I was already inside the physical therapist's office.My sudden entrance startled everyone in the room—the physical therapist, the boy sitting on the examination bed, and the nursing assistant beside him who was busy taking notes on a MacPad.A low curse escaped my lips.I looked at the boy on the bed and immediately recognised him. He was the same junior who had offered to let me go first in the queue, only for me to politely refuse him.How embarrassing.The earth should immediately open up and swallow me whole. I need a place to hide.He must think I'm an irredeemable hypocrite.All because of Ronan Devereaux.I couldn't believe this. How had I allowed that man to fluster me this badly? How could I let his presence affect me so easily?Damn it!I really needed someone to smack some sense into my head.The boy arched an eyebrow at me.“Captain, you're finally ready to get checked?”My lip twitched, but I forced an awkward smile onto my face
ZAYDENThe line outside the physiotherapist's office was impossibly long.The match started this evening, and to make sure no player carried an injury that could worsen during the game, UCLA had insisted that every member of the team undergo a thorough examination before we stepped onto the ice. With the media expected to be everywhere during the tournament, the last thing the university wanted was an avoidable injury turning into a public embarrassment.They wanted to make sure there were no torn tendons, strained muscles, ligament injuries, hidden problems, or anything else that could put a player at risk once the game began.My heart was pounding erratically, so hard that I could almost feel it forcing its way between my ribs.The X-ray I had done two days ago suggested that my arm had healed considerably, but that did nothing to silence the fear clawing at the back of my mind. An X-ray could show that the bone was healing, but it didn't mean I was automatically fit for a full-cont
ZAYDENMy jaw locked. The room turned stifling, air too thick to breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out. My thoughts frayed at the edges, vision swimming at the corners. Ronan’s eyes gleamed, vicious satisfaction naked in them. His hand slid up my spine, slow and deliberate
ZAYDENOne hour at the gym, and another ten minutes at the school sports facility did nothing to loosen the knots in both my shoulder muscles and chest. It felt like something heavy was crushing me from the inside.It didn’t matter. I had to shove it down and enter the rink. Today was the internal
ZAYDENMy hands gripped the report sheet so hard my knuckles turned white, eyes fixed on the leaderboard. Blood in my mouth from biting my tongue too hard. Ronan Devereaux. Number one in Managerial Accounting, two points higher than mine. Statistics, one point higher. One fucking point. General
Zayden MercerThe scent hits my nose the moment I step into the villa. The luxury holiday cottage which the school had prepared for our hockey teams as we competed with Worcester’s Polar Titans. I marched into the house. There in the central living room, Ronan Devereux was sprawled on a sofa, trou







