Dominic’s POV
I swear to God, she’s gonna kill me one of these days. I don’t even know what the hell’s wrong with me anymore. I’ve never been this sloppy. Never. Hockey’s the one place I don’t screw up. It’s the one place I can just move and hit and breathe and not think about anything. But ever since she started showing up… hell, even before that, even before she knew my name… she’s been in my head like some damn parasite I can’t get rid of. And there she is now. Right there. On the bleachers. Sitting with her little friend Sara, laughing quietly about something. Her hair falling into her face when she looks down. I can see her lips from here, curved soft and pink, and my chest tightens up like an idiot. I almost drop my stick. “Dominic! Focus!” Coach is barking from the sidelines. I grunt back something that might’ve been a “yeah” but probably wasn’t even a word. My teammates give me weird looks. Pull it together. Pull it the hell together, Lakes. You don’t feel anything. You’ve never felt anything. You don’t get distracted. That’s the rule. That’s how you survive. Except somehow with her… I look over again, and she’s looking back at me now. Like she can feel me watching her. Her eyes catch mine. Big and wide and dark. And it hits me in the ribs, how much I want to… hell, I don’t even know what I want. I just know it makes my hands shake on the stick and my throat dry out like sandpaper. The puck drops again and we’re scrimmaging. I force my eyes off her and throw myself into the play. Hard. I’m skating so fast I barely feel the burn in my legs. Some kid from the left wing slams into me — nothing I can’t handle — but then someone else cuts me off, and my head’s still halfway over there where she’s sitting. I misstep. My skate catches wrong. And the next thing I know I’m down. It’s not just a fall. It’s a hit. A bad one. There’s a sharp crack as my shoulder smashes into the boards, and a jagged white-hot pain shoots through me. “Dom! Dom!” someone’s yelling. Hands on me, tugging at me. I grit my teeth so hard it feels like they’ll crack too. Goddammit. My arm’s useless. My ribs feel like they’ve caved in. It’s bad. I can feel the bones grinding. But I can also feel them… moving. Already. Knitting. No. No no no. Not now. Not here. “Don’t move him!” someone shouts. “Get the first aid kit! Somebody call—” “I’m fine,” I snap, but my voice comes out like a growl. My breath’s coming fast. I can already feel the bruising fading under my skin. It’s too fast. They’ll see it. They’ll know. My heart’s hammering so loud it drowns out all the noise. The kids crowd closer. The coach is kneeling by my side. “Don’t you dare stand up, Lakes. Stay put. You’re hurt bad.” I can’t. I can’t let them see. I try to push up. My hand’s shaking, but it holds. Someone grabs my arm to stop me and I almost snarl at them. That’s when she’s there. Her voice. “I’ll take him.” Everything stops for a second. Even me. She’s leaning over me, hair spilling forward, her brow furrowed but her eyes steady. She puts her hand on my wrist — and her hand is trembling, but she still says it again. “I’ll take him to the nurse. Just — let me.” The coach protests. “Selena, he needs—” “He needs air,” she cuts him off, firm but still soft. “You guys are crowding him. Look at him. He just needs to walk it off. I’ll help him.” Somehow… they all back off. Maybe it’s the way she says it. Maybe it’s just her. She loops my good arm over her shoulders and pulls me up. She’s so damn small next to me but she doesn’t even flinch under my weight. She smells like something warm and sweet — vanilla maybe — and I try not to breathe it in like some creep but I can’t help it. She leads me out of the rink. And I don’t even fight her. I can feel the skin under my jersey already smooth again. The ribs settling into place like nothing ever happened. It’s almost done. And if she hadn’t gotten me out of there in time… Damn. When we finally clear the double doors into the hallway, she lets me lean against the wall. She stands there for a second, her hand still clutching my sleeve, her chest rising and falling quick like she just ran a mile. “You’re okay now?” she whispers finally. I just stare at her. Because no one — no one — has ever done that for me before. “Yeah,” I manage after a second. My voice sounds rough. She lets out a breath and leans back against the wall next to me, her shoulders slumping. “What the hell was that?” she mutters, almost like she’s asking herself. I don’t answer. Because I don’t know what to say. I can still feel where her hand gripped mine when she pulled me up. My shoulder’s fine now. My ribs are fine. Everything’s fine. But my chest — my chest — still aches. I glance down at her. She’s staring at the floor now, chewing on her lip like she’s trying to figure something out. She’s not even looking at me anymore. That bothers me. More than it should. “Selena,” I say quietly. She finally looks up. And it’s stupid. But for a second I forget the rink. The guys. The coach. The whole damn world. Because all I can see are her eyes. And all I can think is… she’s my weak spot. And if I’m not careful, she’s gonna see right through me. I swallow hard and push off the wall. “Thanks,” I say. It’s the best I can do. She tilts her head at me, like she’s not sure what to make of me. “You scared me back there, you know?” I almost tell her the truth. That she scares me a hell of a lot more. But instead I just nod and look away. Because that’s safer. She walks me down the rest of the hall, still holding onto my arm like she doesn’t trust me not to fall over. Even though I don’t need it. Even though I feel fine now. And when we step outside, the cold air bites at my skin and I realize I don’t want her to let go. But she does. Of course she does. And I just stand there watching her walk away, her hair catching in the wind, her shoulders stiff. And for the first time in my life… I don’t want to be alone. Not if it means being without her.Selena’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, it was the first time in days I didn’t feel like running.For a few blissful seconds, I just lay there under the covers, staring at the faint light spilling across my ceiling, and thought about the way all Dominic's kisses had felt.God.My cheeks went hot just thinking about it.How his hands had held my face so gently, but his lips had been anything but gentle. How he’d leaned in close and said my name like it mattered.I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, half to hide my smile even though no one was there to see me.I couldn’t believe it.Dominic.Kissing me. Why did I suddenly have those thoughts?And then walking me all the way home after, like I wasn’t just some stupid girl who got in his way.For once… I didn’t hate mornings.I even took a little extra time brushing my hair, choosing my nicest hoodie, putting on lip balm just in case.I wasn’t sure what we were, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d looked at me last night —
Selena’s POVI still don’t know what came over me.I can’t stop thinking about it. Even now my hands feel kind of… hollow. My fingers are cold but sweaty at the same time. My head feels light, like I’m walking around half-asleep, except my heart won’t calm down.It was just a practice. Just another stupid hockey practice. I shouldn’t even have been there. I could’ve gone home. I should’ve gone home.But no.There I was. Sitting on those hard bleachers with Sara, pretending to care what she was saying, pretending not to keep sneaking looks at him like a complete idiot.And I did.I looked at him.Over and over.I can’t help it.I hate it.The way he skates. The way he doesn’t even have to try to look like he owns the ice. His shoulders broad, his jaw tight, his stupid messy hair sticking to his forehead when he skates too hard. He doesn’t even see me there most of the time.Or maybe he does.God.I don’t know.I was staring when it happened. That’s what gets me the most — I didn’t even
Dominic’s POVI swear to God, she’s gonna kill me one of these days.I don’t even know what the hell’s wrong with me anymore. I’ve never been this sloppy. Never. Hockey’s the one place I don’t screw up. It’s the one place I can just move and hit and breathe and not think about anything. But ever since she started showing up… hell, even before that, even before she knew my name… she’s been in my head like some damn parasite I can’t get rid of.And there she is now.Right there. On the bleachers.Sitting with her little friend Sara, laughing quietly about something. Her hair falling into her face when she looks down. I can see her lips from here, curved soft and pink, and my chest tightens up like an idiot.I almost drop my stick.“Dominic! Focus!” Coach is barking from the sidelines.I grunt back something that might’ve been a “yeah” but probably wasn’t even a word. My teammates give me weird looks.Pull it together. Pull it the hell together, Lakes. You don’t feel anything. You’ve nev
Selena's POV It was morning by the time I finally dragged myself back home.The sun was already climbing up over the rooftops, burning gold and blinding me as I walked down our street. My shoes scraped against the sidewalk and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears like a clock ticking too fast. Every step felt heavier.I didn’t even know what time it was. I didn’t even care.Last night was still a blur. Dominic’s arms catching me when my knees gave out. His voice calling my name over and over. That stupid worried look in his stupid eyes.I hated how much it had all stuck in my head.I pushed the front door open quietly, hoping maybe I could just sneak upstairs and sleep for a year. But of course, she was waiting.Glendolyn.She was leaning on the wall by the stairs, arms crossed. Her eyes cut into me before I even said anything.I froze.“Where were you,” she said, her voice flat. Not even a question. Just… ice.I tried to laugh it off. “Out.” My lips cracked when I smiled and it
Selena’s POVI woke up to the strangest smell.Like clean sheets mixed with something warmer, faintly smoky, faintly like the way the air feels after it rains.I blinked and the ceiling above me wasn’t mine. It wasn’t my soft cream walls or my glow-in-the-dark stars. It was dark wood and some posters on the far side, a hockey stick leaning against the corner.I jolted upright too fast and my head throbbed.“What the hell—”“Relax.”His voice.I froze.Dominic was sitting on the edge of the desk right by the bed. His arms were folded and his eyes were fixed on me, sharp but soft at the same time. He didn’t even flinch when I caught him staring.“You fainted. Again. You’re welcome, by the way.”I swallowed. My throat was dry.“You… brought me here?” I croaked.“No,” he said, then smirked. “A magical fairy picked you up, tucked you in, and I’m just here for the vibes. Of course I brought you here.”I dropped back on the pillow and groaned. “God, you’re so annoying.”“Yeah? You weren’t sa
Selena’s POVI couldn’t breathe.I didn’t know if I was screaming or not but my chest felt like it was caving in.The nightmare was worse tonight.I saw him again. Like every other time.Dominic.He stood there, his face twisted in pain. There was blood on his hands. My blood? I couldn’t tell anymore. It was always the same — he struck his sword through my chest, my heart bursting in my ribs, his cold eyes watching me fall.But this time… it was different.He was crying.Tears — no, blood — ran down his face.“You fool,” he said, his voice cracking and broken, “don’t you know I’ll kill you again?”I froze. My feet wouldn’t move.“Run,” he sobbed, his hands shaking, the blade still glinting in his grip. “Run away from me. Please… run away from me.”I tried to speak but nothing came out.Then the sword flashed again and pain ripped through me and everything went black.I bolted upright in bed, gasping, clawing at my sheets like they were choking me.My whole body was shaking, my hair st