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The Clipboard

ผู้เขียน: Juno Sparks
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-09-02 13:19:21

POV: Silver Preston

Her clipboard is deadlier than a sword.

I find this out at seven forty-five in the morning when Americus comes through our door like a weather event, the heavy wood slamming back on its hinges hard enough to rattle the diamond-paned windows in their frames.

I have been awake for four hours.

The letter is still on my desk, refolded into its envelope. My eyes feel swollen in the specific way that only comes from crying yourself to sleep. My knee aches with the steady complaint
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  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   What She Sees

    POV: Americus BentleyI have been doing Silver's hair for forty minutes.This is not unusual. Hair requires time, intention, and a willingness to hold the curling iron at the correct angle without rushing the section. What is unusual is the quality of silence coming from the person sitting in front of my vanity mirror.Silver Preston is not a loud person.She does not fill rooms the way I do, which is fine, different people fill rooms differently, and the world would be genuinely overwhelming if everyone operated at my frequency. But she has a specific presence even in silence. A watchfulness. An awareness that communicates even when she is not speaking.The silence she has been sitting in tonight is different.It is not the exhausted silence of the past several weeks, which felt like someone trying very hard to hold something together while also holding something else down at the same time.It is quieter than that.More settled.Something happened.I do not know exactly what. She cam

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   What Actually Happened

    POV: Eli HayesI start from the beginning.Not because the beginning is the part that matters most. But because arriving at the complicated part without context is not honesty. It is just the version of honesty that protects the teller."I grew up in Duluth playing hockey. Junior league hockey in Minnesota is not a casual thing. The coaches take it seriously. The scouts take it seriously. Your entire future can turn on a single season."Silver walks beside me.She does not say anything. She is listening the way she listens to everything that matters. With her whole attention."There was a player named Marcus on a rival team. Genuinely talented. The kind of speed and creativity that you do not find often at that level. Scouts were watching him by his second junior season."I pause.We pass beneath a Gothic archway and out into the smaller courtyard beyond."Carroway was on the same circuit. Different team, different residential area, but the same regional competition structure. He and

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   The Walk

    POV: Eli HayesShe keeps pace with me.That is the first thing I notice, coming down the last turn of the spiral staircase and out into the Gothic corridor below. She does not fall behind or pull ahead. She walks beside me with the careful deliberateness of someone who has made a decision and is sticking with it.The February evening outside is the kind that settles into your coat immediately.Clear sky. The temperature has dropped since afternoon. Our breath makes steady white clouds as we cross the first quad, the snow underfoot compacted by a week of foot traffic into something dense and slightly treacherous along the edges of the path.I watch her knee.I cannot help it. I have been watching how she navigates uneven ground since the cobblestones in September, when I caught her mid-fall and she looked at me like I was a specific inconvenience she had not budgeted for.She is managing it.Not easily. But she is managing it.We walk without speaking for a while.It is not uncomfortab

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   Four Words

    POV: Eli HayesI watch Silver leave the room.The door swings shut behind her.Americus starts to say something about where she is going and whether she is coming back for the fitting.Carroway is still on the pristine duvet.He is watching the door with the specific expression he wears when something has gone the way he intended it to go, which is the expression I have been watching since junior leagues when I first understood what was underneath the easy smile.He looked like that when Silver left the bar on Chapel Street.He looked like that after the party.He looks like that now.I push off from the window ledge.I do not say anything to him. There is nothing worth saying to him in front of this audience at this hour. What I know about Weston Carroway and what I have been working toward saying about it is not a conversation that belongs in Americus's suite with silk ties everywhere and Riley watching from under her champagne-colored dress fitting.I say, "Excuse me," to Americus,

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   Wrong Scene

    POV: Silver PrestonAmericus could turn anything into a production.Her suite looks like a garment district has been invited inside and allowed to fully express itself. Sequins cascade from open garment bags across every surface. Silk ties in jewel tones are draped over her desk chair in a waterfall of color. A precise lineup of heels stands along the baseboard with the discipline of something that has been arranged, considered, and rearranged at least twice.The glittery pink clipboard is somewhere under a drift of fabric.I have barely stepped through the heavy wooden door before she descends on me, pressing a silk-wrapped hanger toward my chest with the authority of someone who has never once doubted their aesthetic judgment."Floor length, midnight blue, very Grace Kelly meets the present century. Try it on immediately.""I didn't exactly agree to—""Best friends don't require explicit permission for interventions." She has already moved to Riley, adjusting the champagne-colored d

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   The Clipboard

    POV: Silver PrestonHer clipboard is deadlier than a sword.I find this out at seven forty-five in the morning when Americus comes through our door like a weather event, the heavy wood slamming back on its hinges hard enough to rattle the diamond-paned windows in their frames.I have been awake for four hours.The letter is still on my desk, refolded into its envelope. My eyes feel swollen in the specific way that only comes from crying yourself to sleep. My knee aches with the steady complaint it has been issuing since the midnight session at Ingalls.I am not prepared for Americus at full operational capacity.She is already perfectly put together, spiral curls catching the thin February light through the windows, and she is carrying the glittery pink clipboard that historically signals that someone's life is about to be reorganized without their consent.She drops onto my bed.The mattress protests.I groan and pull my pillow over my face."Silver, sit up. You look like the Ghost o

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   The Fall

    POV: Silver PrestonThe ice looks too clean to be real.I've skated on plenty of rinks. Cramped training facilities with flickering fluorescents. Outdoor ponds that crack under winter sun. Even the gleaming Olympic oval in Colorado Springs, where dreams feel as tangible as morning frost.But this?

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   Cobblestones

    POV: Silver PrestonUp close, Yale looms even larger than it did from the shuttle window.The Gothic spires press into the late afternoon sky, their shadows cutting long and dark across the courtyards below. I have competed in arenas built specifically to intimidate, designed with high ceilings and

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   The Long Way Back

    POV: Silver PrestonThe question won't leave me.If I couldn't skate, who was I?It follows me through every MRI scan, every consultation with specialists who speak in careful, measured tones about torn ACLs and damaged meniscus tissue. It echoes through physical therapy sessions at the San Jose sp

  • Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance   Who Are You Without the Ice

    POV: Silver PrestonShe looks like she just stepped out of a board meeting.Perfectly pressed navy blazer without a wrinkle. Blonde hair pulled back in the same severe chignon she wore at the arena. Makeup completely intact despite however many hours she spent in a waiting room down the hall.Leona

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