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The next morning, I walked over to my stall. My name, *SIMPSON*, was printed in gold letters above my locker. I pulled out my key and turned the lock.

A small piece of paper was sitting right on top of my folded jersey. It looked out of place against the white fabric. I reached out and picked it up.

Inside it was a photo. It was from three nights ago. It was the night Jax had showed up drunk at my door. The photo showed the two of us in the hallway, right in front of my room. The lighting wa
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  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   He Won’t Tell

    "I told you on the ice," Davis said, his voice steady even though I still had him pinned. "I’m not a snitch. I don't care about your private life. I don't care who you kiss or who your dad pays off. I just want to play hockey. But every time I turn around, you’re making it impossible because you’re acting like a crazy person."Jax finally managed to pull my hands away. I let go of Davis’s hoodie and stepped back, breathing hard. "He was just coming for his laces, Liam," Jax whispered, standing between us. He looked at Davis. "You didn't hear us talking about Marcus? You didn't hear anything about a drive?"Davis straightened his hoodie. He wouldn't look at Jax. He kept his eyes on me. "I heard shouting. I heard someone run out of the room like their hair was on fire. That’s it. I don't want to know your business. Keep me out of it."He pushed past us, walking toward the locker room door. He didn't look back. He just went inside and slammed the door shut.I stood in the hallway, looki

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Ears Against The Wall

    A recording started to play. It was Marcus’s voice from ten seconds ago: "I’m working for the man who owns this school... Your father pays my tuition... I have the photo."Marcus’s eyes widened."That’s a confession of blackmail, Marcus," I said. "In this state, that’s a felony. And since you’re a student, it means immediate expulsion and jail time. I don't think my father is going to keep paying for a lawyer once you’re useless to him. He doesn't like losers.""You wouldn't," Marcus whispered. "You’d have to show the photo to prove what I was blackmailing you with. You’d ruin yourself just to get me?""I’ve spent my whole life being afraid of what people think," I said, stepping right into his face. I could smell the fear on him now. "But I’m more afraid of being a puppet. If I have to go down to take you and my father’s plan with me, I’ll do it. I have nothing left to lose. But you? You lose everything."I grabbed the phone out of his hand. "Now, you're going to tell me exactly what

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   The Setup

    I looked at the name on the screen again. I felt like the world had just stopped spinning.It wasn't Davis. It wasn't Swiss. It wasn't even a member of the Board.It was Marcus.Marcus was the equipment assistant. He was a sophomore who spent every afternoon in the locker room, sharpening our skates and folding our jerseys. He was the guy who always had a joke ready when the team was tired. He was the guy I had given my old gloves to just last month because he said he wanted to start playing in a local league."Marcus?" Jax whispered, my voice cracking. "Why? He’s always been so nice to us. He’s... he’s practically part of the team.""Nice guys can be bought, Jax," Toby said, his fingers still tapping on the keys. "I tracked the Wi-Fi ping from his phone. It shows he was standing at the end of your hallway for six minutes on Friday night. Then, it shows him heading straight to the administration building the next morning."I felt a surge of heat behind my eyes. The anger I had been ca

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   The Search

    The walk to the security office felt like walking toward a cliff. I reached the small, brick building at the edge of campus. This was the Security Headquarters. It was a boring looking place, but it held the keys to everything. Inside those walls were the servers that recorded every move made on this campus. If I could just get a name or a face from that hallway, the nightmare would be over.I pushed open the heavy glass door. A small television on the wall was showing a local news channel, but the sound was turned down.At the front desk sat a man I knew well. His name was Dave. Dave had been working security at Northwood for ten years. He was a big guy with a friendly face and a mustache that always had a bit of donut sugar on it. He loved the hockey team. He never missed a home game, and he always wore a Northwood jersey under his uniform."Well, if it isn't the Captain!" Dave said, his face lighting up. He stood up and offered his hand. "Great win on Saturday, Liam. That goal in t

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   A Photo

    The next morning, I walked over to my stall. My name, *SIMPSON*, was printed in gold letters above my locker. I pulled out my key and turned the lock. A small piece of paper was sitting right on top of my folded jersey. It looked out of place against the white fabric. I reached out and picked it up.Inside it was a photo. It was from three nights ago. It was the night Jax had showed up drunk at my door. The photo showed the two of us in the hallway, right in front of my room. The lighting was dim, but you could see everything. You could see the way Jax was holding my hoodie. You could see the way I was leaning into him. And most of all, you could see the kiss.It was clear and undeniable. For a minute, I was dumbfounded and in shock but then, the shock turned into a hot, burning anger.Someone had been there. Someone had stood in the dark and held up a phone or a camera while we were at our most vulnerable. They had watched us. They had waited. And now, they were putting this in m

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Accusations

    Every time my skates cut into the surface, I was trying to outrun the memory of that meeting in Room 302. I was playing like a man possessed. During the drills, I was hitting the pads too hard. I was taking shots at the net that were fast enough to break the goalie's glove. The team could feel it. Coach Mike was standing on the bench, his whistle in his mouth, but he wasn't saying much. "Line change!" Mike yelled.I skated toward the bench, my breathing heavy and ragged. As I crossed center ice, I collided with Davis. It Davis was the one who had been making the comments. Davis was the one who complained about favoritism. In my mind, he was the only person who could have sent that letter hence all these trouble."Watch where you’re going, Davis," I snapped, my voice sharp.Davis stopped. He turned around, his face turning red under his helmet. "It’s a big rink, Liam. Maybe you should stop acting like you own it.""Maybe you should stop acting like a coward and say what you want to sa

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