LOGINSkylarHe was good. Just like always.Jaxon had always been good at whatever he did, and even with a helmet on, I could still pick him out among the other players.“It’s a good thing his team won. Otherwise, he’d have heard from me,” Harper muttered, taking a bite of her cotton candy.I glanced at her and scrunched my nose. I still couldn’t fathom how she enjoyed that candy. It tasted like nothing to me, but then again, Harper took delight in weird things.I shifted on the bench when Jaxon looked our way—probably for the umpteenth time since the game started. I had no idea how he even knew we were here.I hadn’t told him I was going to honor his request and come. But I did. And yes, it was time to go.That much was obvious from how people were dispersing—talking to players who’d come out of the rink or taking pictures. Whatever.“Okay, girl. It’s time to go,” I said, standing abruptly when I realized Jaxon was actually leaving the rink.No. What I would not do was wait for him to come
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Jaxon“You’re both really taking this serious, yeah?” Luke, one of the guys on the hockey team chuckled as we changed into our gear. I glanced at Andy whose jaw was set.“Not actually. I’m not doing anything yet unlike him,” I muttered and Andy’s eyes met mine.“I did nothing,” he defended and I gave him a flat look.“So you were just magically around the place where she’s supposed to have her class? Beats my imagination,”Andy huffed.“You were there too. Doing what?” he bit back and Luke with some of the other guys exchanged looks with annoying smiles on their faces. I straightened up.“Because she lives with me.”“That’s just a stupid excuse. We both know you never wanted her in your house. You never even wanted her around and all of a sudden you’re fucking interested in her?” he gestured with his hands, his brows drawn together.Luke coughed, staring at me as he made sure his skates were in place.“Well Jax, I thought you said she was like a sister to you,” he grinned and I glared
Skylar“It’s not normal, trust me,” I muttered as Harper and I headed for class. Jaxon had left when Harper arrived, and they’d exchanged weird looks.Instead of going back to sleep, I got ready for class. I had business, and Harper had English. We hadn’t talked about what we’d be majoring in next session yet.We’d cross that bridge eventually. For now, we were just focused on passing with good grades.“Maybe he wants to be friends again,” Harper shrugged, meeting my eyes.I rolled mine.“Well, I definitely don’t want to be friends with him again,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I meant it. I really didn’t look forward to being friends with Jaxon again.“Hey,” a voice came from behind us.We turned around to see a brunette with huge glasses.I raised a brow. Oh.She smiled at me, then her eyes darted to Harper.“Hi. Are you going to Mr. Darwell’s class?” she asked, pressing her lips together and rocking on her heels—a movement she probably thought was subtle. It wasn’
•.•Harper•.•It’s been a week — since Harper’s incident and me calling the cops on Jaxon’s party, which didn’t end well, by the way. And yeah, he knew I was behind it.We haven’t spoken much. Hell, he wasn’t even around most of the time. It was nice — a big help even. It helped me study more, and classes have been… tedious.Harper and I have been working our asses off to keep up. Or better still, I have been working my ass off. And that was why, after an all-night study session, I was surprised to see Jaxon sitting cross-legged in the sitting room.Yeah, surprising — I never woke up to see Jaxon in the mornings. He either locked himself in his room or, worse still, slept out the night before.He glanced up at me from his phone.“Good morning,” he greeted, and I arched a brow.Wait… was he speaking to me?I said nothing, because my bets were on me hearing wrongly.I walked toward the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Lately, I’ve been dehydrated as fuck.“So you just snub?” he a
•.•Skylar•.•I rolled onto my side for the hundredth time since the party started, because obviously they had the music at the highest volume — inconsiderate of anyone else.I grabbed the pillow and pressed it over my ears, hoping it would numb the sound a little, but no. Nothing helped.Rolling onto my back, I stared at the ceiling, flat-out annoyed. This was ridiculous. Absolutely inhumane.I had classes in the morning and I needed my sleep. I wasn’t about to show up looking like a zombie, and my sleep-deprived brain definitely wouldn’t process anything.If there was one thing I cherished more than anything, it was my sleep. And now I couldn’t even have that.Reaching out, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, swung my legs off the bed, and stared at the screen.Two a.m.They’d been at it for hours now, and while I’d hoped the music would eventually get lower, it only got louder, and I kept tossing around my bed.I unlocked my phone and saw a text from Harper:Harper: How’s it goi







