เข้าสู่ระบบZephyr'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
Elowen's Point Of ViewBeing mortified was an understatement for what I was feeling right now. My blood ran ice cold."Oh, my God, Isa..." I sobbed, pressing my hands over my mouth as fresh tears spilled over. "I am so, so sorry. I am so sorry you went through all of this."I wrapped my arms around her, pouring every ounce of love and protection I had into her trembling body. "Listen to me," I vowed fiercely, staring right into her eyes. "I am so sorry for how I acted yesterday. I swear to you right here, right now—I will always, always have your back. No matter what happens, no matter where we are, no one and nothing will ever come between us again. Especially not boys. Do you hear me?"Isa sniffled, nodding slowly as she leaned forward to rest her forehead against mine.And right at that exact, fragile second... Her phone rang loudly from inside her purse on the floor.The sound was so sudden and jarring that Isa sprang up from the chair in alarm.
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
There are exactly three things a girl expects to find when she accidentally opens the wrong bedroom door at a graduation party. A sleeping drunk. A couple making out. Or a bathroom. What she does not expect to find is a half-dressed stranger staring back at her after she’s interrupted his m
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







