MasukElowen's Point Of View My eyes followed Zephyr and his friends across the crowded, pulsing living room. It was genuinely the first time I'd ever interacted with them one-on-one outside of hockey drama, and I couldn't help the small smile growing on my face. I laughed softly as Zephyr suddenly turned his head back toward my spot by the stairs, his fingers gesturing silently to remind me that he was still watching me like a hawk. "Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd around the kitchen island roared, cheering wildly as one of the guys filled up red plastic cups with gin. I watched them throw their arms around each other in victory. Zephyr's dark hair fell carelessly across his forehead as he jumped up, slamming his chest against another guy's in a classic jock celebration. He looked genuinely happy with them, completely in his element, and seeing him like that made my heart do a weird, unprompted flip. Then, something else caught my attention. Resting on the kitchen table righ
Zephyr's Point Of View "Umm... any sign of Cedric yet?" Elowen suddenly asked, her head turning away as she scanned the crowded living room. My hand froze dead in mid-air. The muscle in my jaw ticked furiously. We were having a genuinely heated, electric moment, and she just had to go and ruin it by dragging that motherfucker's name into the air. "Has he shown up?" she pressed, looking back at me with questioning eyes. I let out a slow, irritated breath, dropping my hand and stepping half a step back, slipping back into my serious, guarded mode. "Umm, no, I haven't seen the bastard yet. But he'll be here. You don't need to stress yourself over it." Always Cedric trying to fuck up a good thing, I thought, my jaw clenching so hard it ached. "Zephyr!" someone hollered loudly from behind me. I glanced back to see one of our backup players pushing through the crowd, holding out a red plastic cup filled with punch. "Thanks, man," I muttered, taking the cup. The guy nodded and di
Zephyr "Chug!! Chug!! Chug!!" The entire living room of the massive Greenville villa echoed with heavy bass and roaring chants. Everyone was crowded around the kitchen island, hyping up Marrick as he tried to chug an entire bottle of alcohol in a fierce drinking competition against a few players from our team. Marrick slammed his empty bottle down on the marble first, throwing his arms up in victory. "Woooo! I won!" The crowd erupted into wild cheers. I was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, my legs crossed at the ankles. I joined in lazily, yelling a quick "Yayyy!" for Marrick's win, but honestly, only half my attention was actually on the drinking game. The other half was laser-focused on the staircase, waiting for a certain blonde-haired girl to walk down. After the game ended, I hadn't even waited around for Coach Jones's official congratulations. I immediately went to fish Elowen out from the bleachers before that bastard Cedric could somehow come sniffing
Zephyr's Point Of View It sounded like the voice of an angel. My angel. I turned on my heel, walking backward up the stairs as I followed the sound of her voice. It led me straight to the door of a warm-up room. When I pushed the door open slightly, I realized the space was basically a two-in-one setup. The first half was a small lounge, but through a wide archway, the adjoining room was filled with musical instruments, audio gear, and a full grand piano. I stood frozen in the doorway. The instruments weren't even what caught my attention. My eyes locked instantly onto the small, graceful figure sitting at the piano bench, playing the keys with a bright, genuine smile stretching across her face. With that smile came a pure, radiant passion. Her voice rang out in a melodic, soft wave, carrying the classical notes straight into my chest.
Zephyr's Point Of ViewI walked so fast down the concrete corridor my boots practically slapped against the floor. My eyes looked around everywhere like a hawk, searching the crowds for a flash of blonde hair, searching for Elowen.Students and visiting fans stared as I blew past them, whispers filling the air in my wake, but right now I didn't give a single flying fuck about any of them. My gaze wasn't just scanning for Elowen; it was scouring every corner for that bastard Cedric, too.And just when I was getting ready to punch a wall out of frustration because I hadn't seen either of them, my eyes landed on a patch of bright blonde hair ahead.Elowen?"Elowen!" I called out, breaking into a rapid jog.I closed the distance in seconds, reaching my hand out to grab her shoulder and spin her around—and right as my fingers brushed the fabric, the girl turned around on her own.The face that greeted me... it wasn't Elowen.It was Sables'
Zephyr's Point Of View "Please welcome the Ice Reapers and their leading Captain, Zephyr Knox, right here from Belmont Academy!" Loud cheers and roaring applause instantly filled the massive arena. A group of cheerleaders led by Sable were down on the sidelines doing their energetic routines, but the very first thing I did when I arrived on the ice rink wasn't wave to the crowd or acknowledge the noise. I immediately started scanning the stands, looking for one specific blond-haired girl. Elowen. While my teammates were busy skating around and soaking in the pre-game hype, I looked from left to right, almost making complete circles on my skates across the ice, searching every row of the bleachers. I still didn't see her. Why wasn't she here yet?I thought, a tight knot forming in my chest as I doubted whether she had even bothered to show up. Had she forgotten that she was supposed to
Zephyr In spite of my best intentions to avoid adhering to my mother, here I was in her fucking car on our way to meeting my “new family.” “You could at least try not to look like a fucking criminal for one day.” My mother’s voice sliced through the car like broken glass. I kept my eyes on
Elowen"I don't do virgins, blondie." It had been nine solid months since that night, and yet the embarrassment still lingered heavily in my chest whenever I remembered the events that occurred. “I want to hold another party, in celebration of you getting into Whitmore College!” Isa shrieked thr
ElowenI didn’t even have the luxury to react before his hot mouth came down on mine. My eyes widened. How did things get to this point?In the next second, my back was pressed against the cold wall as his tall, muscular frame trapped me.I tried to push him away, but his grip on my neck tightened.
ElowenThe stupid thing was that I could still hear the annoying sound of his laughter five minutes later. In my head.I pushed through a crowd of dancing people and headed straight for the kitchen.My face was still burning. No. Burning wasn’t the right word. I was mortified. I grabbed the first







