Pucking The Forbidden

EPILOGUE: “Stay away from every guy on the team, Ava. If any of them tries to talk to you, keep it short or ignore them completely. You’re here to do your job as the new PR, nothing else you hear me? Because those guys will chase anything pretty wearing a skirt…especially Liam.”Ethan’s warning still echoed in my head, word for word.I didn't take his words that serious yesterday. And shit, those last words felt weird hearing it from him. I nervously laughed it off in his face, telling him that nothing of that sort would happen because Ethan has always been that protective big brother whenever it came to anything that has to do with me. I understood that he didn't want me to get hurt. He knew how soft hearted I was and he was also aware of my previous heartbreak that happened a few months back. My ex was an athlete. I still don't know how or why, but I always seem to have a soft spot for guys who were into sports or something, and Ethan was aware. You're a dummy, Ava. How could

Liam's Pov“Don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t,” I mutter under my breath as I drag my hand through my hair, pacing the empty hallway outside the rink. My skates clicked against the concrete like they’re mocking me. I shut my eyes hard.This is ridiculous.I stopped walking. “She’s Ethan’s sister,” I said to myself. “She’s the Coach’s daughter. She’s… off-limits.” I said it slowly, like I was trying to hypnotize myself, but the words just hung in the air doing absolutely nothing for me.The worst part? I could still smell her perfume. Light, warm, a little nervous, like vanilla and something I couldn’t name but drives me up the damn wall.I hit my back against the wall and whispered, “Get it together.”But her face wouldn’t leave me alone, the way her cheeks flushed in the locker room doorway, her breath uneven, her eyes huge like I’d caught her stealing something.Cute. Too cute.“Liam?” someone called from inside, probably one of the boys grabbing gear.I leaned forward on

Liam's POVI wanted to punch something. Preferably, someone. My blood boiled in my veins as I tightened my fists and tried my possible best to hold it together. It took everything in me not to look over at Ava's direction on the other side of the room. I don't want to see the look of regret on her face. That was the last thing I wanted to see and I feel like she's the only thing holding me back from actually slamming my fist into Ethan's face at the moment so he would back away from her. He's crowding her too much and getting in her personal space. I don't care that he's her brother. Ava was mine and mine alone and the idea of another male getting in her space made me see red. “Will someone answer the question I asked?! Or are we going to just sit here and do a staring contest?” Coach snapped angrily, making the tension in the room skyrocket again. Coach Miller was a man you don't want to get on his bad side. Especially when he's angry. He has a way of making grown men shake in the

Ava's POV “Finally.” I clicked on post and I stretched. Immediately I got home, I threw myself into the editing of the videos I took and the goal was to post it fast so as to make the people have something else to gobble up and to reduce the impact of their video that was trending. I tried as much as possible not to check what was going on online. The couple of times that I did when I could not hold myself, they were still shipping us together which was weird since we didn't have anything going on right now. And we will not have any in the future also. The door to my room opened as I stood up from my workspace and Ethan barged in. I rolled my eyes. “What the actual hell brother. You keep increasing my reasons to want to move out of this house.” I said to him. “You won't be doing that.” He said defiantly. “You think you will be able to stop me if I set my mind to do it?” I asked, huffing. “You will have to try it and see.” He replied. I knew the reason why he was here already an

Liam's POV “Hey man, you up for tonight?” Mason asked as soon as we got into the locker room to change. I shook my head. “Oh, come on. You've not gone out with me in a while.” He pouted and I threw my sock in his face. “What the actual hell?!” He screamed and I smirked a little, with the other guys actually laughing at him. It was a funny scene. “Why would you throw your worn stinking sock right in my face?” He glared. I shrugged. “You were getting on my nerves.” I said simply. “You could have just said no. I don't know who's got your panties in a twist.” He grumbled and started to take off his gear then suddenly stopped. “Wait, I think I know.” He had this mischievous grin on his face that I wanted to slap off. “Mind yourself.” I said. And I really hoped to God that none of the guys caught on and that Ethan didn't notice what he had just said. “I will, my dear friend. Only on one condition.” He said, and I rolled my eyes. When I didn't answer him quickly, he started to look