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Twenty Two

Auteur: Lovely
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-28 04:23:01
The harsh morning sun bled through the cheap horizontal blinds of my Westwood apartment, casting sharp, orange lines across the scuffed hardwood floor. I sat on the edge of the mattress wearing an oversized, faded UCLA vintage tee and a pair of gray boyshorts. My eyes locked onto a water stain on the far wall, tracking its edges instead of blinking.

The front doorknob rattled violently. A second later, the deadbolt clicked. Tessa used her spare key, pushing into the apartment and letting the doo
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  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Eighty Nine

    ATHENAThe annual Greek Life Charity Hockey Game was a circus disguised as a fundraiser.Bleachers packed with hundreds of screaming undergrads vibrated under the weight of sloppy foot-stomping and blaring house music. The air inside the campus rec center arena smelled like stale beer, popcorn, and the distinct desperation of sorority girls trying to look cute in custom-printed jerseys. Down on the ice, Sienna’s Delta Gamma-backed charity squad wobbled on their edges, wearing matching pink jerseys with *Sienna’s Angels* bedazzled across the back.Leaning against the glass of the bench, I gripped my clipboard and blew my whistle."Alright, listen up!" I shouted over the din of the crowd, gathering my hand-picked roster of players around the board. "They are fast on paper, but they are undisciplined. They rely on cherry-picking at the red line. We starve them of space. Miller, you lock down the center. Carter, you press hard on the boards. Do not give them an inch."Miller bounced on hi

  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Eighty Eight

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  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Eighty Seven

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  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Eighty Six

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  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Eighty Five

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  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Six

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  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Five

    ATHENACrossing my arms over my chest, I shifted my weight and looked dead at Jeremiah Ashford. The air in the gritty hallway of the facility felt thick, smelling faintly of stale ice shavings and floor wax."I’m not doing this for revenge, Ashford," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet.His d

  • Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival   Four

    (Athena's POV)If embarrassment could kill, I would've died twice this week. The first time was at the rink and the second was standing in front of a black gate with “ASHFORD HOCKEY” painted across it in peeling silver letters while Tessa stared at me like she was waiting for me to come to my sens

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