FAZER LOGINAva Hudson has no voice, but she has plenty to say. Smart, stubborn, and impossible to intimidate, Ava has learned to communicate through her phone, notebook, and hands despite being born with congenital mutism. She is the top student in her class, brilliant, witty, and fiercely independent. She doesn't need a voice to make herself heard, and she definitely doesn't need pity—especially not from the cockiest hockey captain on campus. Kevin Carter is the school's star hockey player, a.k.a the notorious bad boy with the reputation of breaking hearts and getting away with almost anything he wants. However, his grades are falling fast and the dean has finally had enough. His punishment? Ava Hudson, his assigned tutor and sworn enemy. Neither of them is happy about this new arrangement. Kevin thinks Ava is heartless. Ava thinks Kevin is an arrogant idiot. They both want to escape each other. But there is no way out. Determined to make the best use of his punishment, Kevin decides to turn their tutoring sessions into his favorite game. However, what he doesn't know is that Ava has no intention of playing by his rules. In the end, what happens when the player becomes the played? READ TO FIND OUT!
Ver maisKEVINBy eight o'clock that evening, I am back home in my room. Mason is out with his friends from the track team, so the house is dead quiet.Usually, I'd have the TV blasting a sports broadcast or I'd be playing music while messing around with my hockey gear. But tonight, I can't concentrate on anything else because right now, my mind is so clouded with Ava.Sighing, I throw my duffel bag into my wardrobe and flop onto my bed, my eyes staring at the white ceiling of the room as I let out a tired sigh.Even now, I am still thinking about her but specifically, I am thinking about the gestures of her hands. I can't stop thinking about the way her fingers moved so easily in front of me before she resorted to typing on her phone’s screen. From what I have seen so far, sign language seems to be more expressive and faster for her than other forms of communication, especially when she is trying to communicate something lengthy to the other person.I sigh again, wishing I can communicate th
KEVINMy head is pounding, but for once, it has nothing to do with taking a dirty elbow to the helmet during practice.Right now, I am in the academic resource center again for my tutoring session, my ass stuck to the same desk I occupied the day before yesterday. Also, I am staring at a diagram of a human heart in my textbook and right across from me, Ava is scribbling something on the page of her spiral notebook.“Ava,” I break the silence between us and lean forward, resting my chin on my hands. “You said the right ventricle pumps blood to the lungs, so why does the diagram look like the ventricle is going everywhere at once? It’s completely backwards.”She stops writing and sighs like I just asked her a ridiculous question.Next, she lifts her head, shoots me a glare, and proceeds to typing her response on her phone before showing me the phone's screen:‘The diagram is like that because you are holding the textbook upside down, genius.’What?Quickly, I look down and realize that
AVADan turns to face him, completely startled.Kevin is standing up now and the easygoing, tired look on his face is completely gone. His blue eyes are cold now and blazing with the dangerous rage I only see on him whenever he is pissed at his opponent for taking a dirty hit at him on the hockey rink.“Ava just showed you her response,” he glares at Dan. “She typed those words for them to be seen and read, so be a good boy and read them.”“W-what?” Dan stammers. “I don't have to read them when I can just ask her friend what—”“I swear I will shove my puck down your throat if you dare finish that sentence,” Kevin warns, his deadly voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You were being an arrogant idiot to Ava. She even writes better grammar than you and she literally carries the highest GPA in this entire department so I am sure she understood the group assignment before your dumbass brain managed to locate the assignment’s textbook.”“Dude I was just asking—”“No, you weren't asking.
AVAThe lecture hall is packed this morning and I am seated in my usual spot near the center of the third row with my black pen spinning between my fingers and my laptop open in front of me, my favorite teal notebook resting beside it. Everyone in here is having fun while waiting for the first professor to walk in, so right now, the hall is loud and noisy.My best friend, Susan, is sitting by my left side and currently, she is showing me a video of a golden retriever puppy falling off a couch. Susan loves dog videos.In fact, I think it is safe to say she is OBSESSED with dog videos and she is even planning to adopt a golden retriever as a pet.To my right, someone suddenly dumps a heavy duffel bag onto the desk there with a loud thud and I don't even have to look up to know who it is because his sandalwood cologne has already given him away.Kevin fucking Carter.“Hey Tutor,” he says and I hear him sliding into the chair next to mine on my right.Damn. Why is he so buggy and annoying


















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