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Just Another Date
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2026-04-01 22:48:11
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Romance In The Hockey Pitch The Morning After
The sun was too bright when I woke up the next day. My body ached. My knuckles were swollen and purple, and my split lip burned. I stayed in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling of our room.I looked over at Jax’s bed. He was still asleep. His face was pale, and the white bandage on his head was awkward. He looked peaceful, which was rare for him. Usually, even when he slept, he looked like he was ready for a fight.I got up quietly and checked my phone. It was blowing up.Ten Missed Calls from my Father, Five Texts from Toby: "Dude, the Dean is looking for you. Everyone saw the video. You’re all over the internet." A Message from Coach Mike: "My office. Now."I put the phone face down on the desk. I didn't want to deal with the Simpson Brand or the team. I went to the small kitchen and started making tea. The sound of the kettle made Jax stir. He groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes."Hey," I said. "Take it easy. How is your head?"Jax looked at me, squinting against t
Romance In The Hockey Pitch The Fight
The crowd was screaming, but it was a mean sound. They hated Jax. Every time he touched the black puck, the fans made a loud, ugly noise. The other team, the Blue Jackets, were playing dirty. They were hitting Jax every time the referees weren't looking.I tried to stay focused. I tried to be the calm Captain. But every time I saw a player shove Jax into the hard boards, my blood felt hot.The third period was almost over. The score was tied. The ice was covered in white scratches and snow. Jax was skating fast, moving the puck toward the middle. He didn't see the other player.It was their biggest guy, a defender named Max. Max didn't even try to go for the puck. He waited until Jax turned his head, then he jumped. He hit Jax right in the side of the head with his heavy shoulder.There was a loud crack.Jax’s helmet flew off and bounced away on the ice. Jax didn't even have time to put his hands out. He hit the ice like a heavy stone. His body went limp. He didn't move. He just lay th
Romance In The Hockey Pitch The Gym
The morning after was so cold but I had to be up anyway."You're going to the athletic wing?" Jax asked, sitting up from the bed. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie, his hair a mess, looking exactly like the kind of distraction my father had warned me about."I have a meeting with the Alumni Board," I said, checking my reflection in the small, cracked mirror by the door. I looked beyond reproach. My hair was gelled, my chin was shaved, and the C on my chest was straight. But my hands were still shaking. "They want a progress report on the team’s image. My dad is going to be there.""I'll see you at practice," I said, and I fled before I could change my mind.The meeting was a nightmare.The boardroom was filled with men in suits. Men who had played for Northwood forty years ago and still acted like they owned the ice. My father sat at the head of the table, his eyes tracking my every movement as I walked to the front of the room to present the mid season stats."Character," on
Romance In The Hockey Pitch Heart To Heart
The apartment was freezing. The radiator was clanking, a metallic sound that filled the silence between us as we dropped our gear bags. Practice was brutal; three hours of high intensity drills under Coach Mike’s watchful eye and neither of us had spoken a word on the walk back.Jax was a ghost. He moved to the small kitchenette, his movements heavy and started a pot of coffee. He didn't look at me. He didn't even acknowledge I was in the room."You were quiet today," I said, leaning against the doorframe. My voice felt raw. "Even for you. Even Coach noticed."Jax didn't turn around. "I was skating, Liam. That’s what I’m here for, right? ""That’s not what I meant." I stepped further into the room."You looked... somewhere else. Every time the whistle blew, it was like you had to remind yourself where you were."Jax finally turned, the steam from the coffee pot curling around his face. He looked older in the dim light of the kitchen."I was thinking about my old man," he said, his vo
Romance In The Hockey Pitch Just Another Date
The rest of the dinner was a blur of expensive steak that felt like lead in my stomach. My father and the scout were dissecting my life as if I were a prize horse they were preparing for the market. Chloe’s hand stayed in mine under the table, as if she could feel me drifting away and was trying to bring me to the version of Liam she needed me to be."You're very quiet tonight, Liam," the scout noted, leaning back. "He’s just focused," my father cut in smoothly."That’s his greatest asset. He doesn't get distracted by the noise. Right, son?""Right," I managed to say.I didn't get back to the apartment until nearly eleven. The dinner hall had felt like a courtroom, and the drive back with Chloe had been even worse. She had talked about the beautiful future my father was planning for us, her voice chirpy and bright, while I stared at the road and saw nothing but a dead end.I let myself in quietly, hoping Jax was already asleep. But as the door clicked shut, I saw the silhouette. He wa
Romance In The Hockey Pitch The Inspection
8:00 AM.A sharp, authoritative knock echoed through the room. I was already standing by the window, dressed in my formal team polo, my hair perfectly gelled. Jax was at the small table, nursing a cold coffee, his face a blank, stony mask."Come in," I said, my voice steady.The door opened, and Dean Milton stepped in, followed by a proctor with a clipboard. They didn't look like they were here for a friendly chat. The Dean’s eyes swept the room, lingering on the single bed, then the desk, then the closet. He walked over to my desk and picked up a framed photo of my father and me at the NHL draft last year."A legacy to uphold, Mr. Simpson," the Dean said. "I trust everything in this room reflects the high standards of Northwood Athletics?""Always, sir," I said, offering the practiced smile that had won me every trophy since I was six.Jax didn't look up. He just stared at his coffee.The Dean moved toward the closet, pulling the door open. He looked at the rows of jerseys, the orga
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