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The Speech

Auteur: Success Ashford
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-02 05:34:53

I opened my eyes and felt the headache immediately. The wine from the night before was still heavy in my brain. I was still wearing my suit pants, my shirt was wrinkled on the floor.

I looked at the bedside table. The speech my father wrote was sitting there. Next to it was a fresh bottle of water and two headache pills. Mark must have left them.

I swallowed the pills and went to the bathroom. I stood under the shower for a long time. I tried to wash away the smell of the hotel, the smell of th
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  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Champions

    The bus ride back from the tournament was long. I kept looking across the aisle at Jax, hoping he would look back, but he spent most of the ten hours with his forehead pressed against the window. He looked like he was a million miles away.When the bus finally pulled into the Northwood campus, the quiet was shattered. There were hundreds of people waiting. Students were wearing our team colors, waving flags, and screaming. The band was playing the school song, and the bright lights of news cameras were everywhere."The champions are back!" Mark yelled, jumping up and grabbing the trophy.We stepped off the bus, and the noise grew. "Captain! How does it feel to bring the cup home?""Liam, tell us about your speech at the arena!"I looked around for Jax. He was one of the first people off the bus. He didn't look at the fans. He just pulled his hood over his head, grabbed his bag, and vanished into the crowd toward the locker rooms. My heart sank. It was the same attitude he had before

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   The Final Dinner

    The day after the finals was strange. The adrenaline was gone, replaced by a deep, heavy exhaustion that made every movement feel like I was walking through sand. We didn't have to practice. We didn't have to watch film. We just had to exist until the bus came to take us back to campus the next morning.Coach Miller had organized a Victory Celebration at a local steakhouse near the waterfront. He told us to dress nice. I put on a clean white shirt and dark trousers .I stood in front of the mirror, buttoning my cuffs. There was a knock on the door. It was Jax. He was wearing a black sweater that made his eyes look even darker. He didn't say anything at first; he just leaned against the doorframe and watched me."You ready?" he asked."Yeah," I said, grabbing my wallet. "You okay? How are the ribs?""Stiff," he admitted. "But I’ll live.”I smiled. "I'm still waiting for the phone call from my father. He’s been quiet all day.”Jax stepped into the room and closed the door. He walked ove

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   The Trophy

    After the library, the bus took us to the city zoo and the final stop of the tour was the waterfront. The bus dropped us off at a long wooden pier."Alright, boys!" Coach Miller shouted over the wind. "Thirty minutes to explore the pier, then back to the hotel for a team dinner and an early night. Tomorrow is the big day!"The team scattered toward the arcade and the fried fish stands. Jax and I walked toward the very end of the pier, where the railing met the open water. The waves were crashing against the wooden pillars below, making the whole structure vibrate.I leaned against the railing. "I'm glad we did this. I needed a break from the rink.""Me too," Jax said. The bus ride back to the hotel was quiet. Most of the guys were exhausted from walking all day. I leaned my head on Jax’s shoulder, and he rested his head on top of mine. When we got back to the hotel, the receptionist called me over. "Mr. Simpson! Good news. Your room is fixed. We patched the roof and replaced the mat

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Still Today

    I looked at him, trying to see if he was just being polite. But his face was serious. "Okay," I said quietly. "Thank you. Really.""Don't mention it," he said. "Go grab your stuff. I'll wait by the elevator."I ran back up to my room. It was even worse now. A small piece of the ceiling had actually fallen onto the floor. I grabbed my suitcase, my hockey sticks, and my dry clothes, being careful not to get them wet. Jax was waiting. We rode up to the sixth floor in silence. I could smell the faint scent of the orange juice he was holding.He opened the door to room 615. It was exactly like mine, but dry. The lights were low, and it felt warm and safe."The bed on the left is mine," Jax said, pointing. "You can have the one by the window. I already moved Toby’s stuff to the chair.""Thanks, Jax," I said, setting my bag down.I felt incredibly out of place. This was his space. There were his books on the nightstand, his chargers plugged into the wall, his smell everywhere. I went into

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Day Four

    I woke up on the fourth day and the first thing I felt was the quiet. Usually, by this point in a tournament, the hallway is filled with the sound of guys shouting or doors slamming. But today, it seemed quiet. Maybe it was because the high of the first win had worn off, or maybe everyone was just waiting for the next storm to hit.I looked at my shoulder in the mirror. The bruise was turning a deep, ugly green, but the swelling had gone down. I moved my arm in a circle. It hurt, but I could play. I skipped the team breakfast. I wasn't hungry, and I didn't want to sit in that crowded room where everyone would be staring at me after what I said at the dinner last night. Instead, I went down to the hotel gym. It was empty. I spent thirty minutes on the stationary bike, just pedaling until my legs burned and my mind went blank.I realized I was out of clean socks, so I headed to the small guest laundry room on the third floor. I didn't think anyone would be there at 9:00 AM.When I walk

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Day Three

    I woke up on the third day feeling like I had been hit by a truck. My left shoulder was a nasty shade of purple and yellow from the hit I took during the game. Every time I moved my arm, a sharp pain shot down to my elbow. I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at my reflection in the long mirror on the closet door. My hair was a mess, and the bruise made me look like I’d actually been in a fight.The morning was filled with video reviews. Coach Mike sat us all in a dark conference room in the hotel basement. We watched the clips from the Eastside game over and over. Every time the clip of Jax jumping in to defend me played, the room went quiet. I could feel Jax sitting three rows behind me. I didn't turn around, but I could hear him shifting in his seat."You see that?" Coach said, pausing the video right as Jax pinned the Eastside player against the glass. "That’s what I’m talking about. Protection. Loyalty. But Jax, you can't get baited into a penalty like that in the finals.

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