LOGINAriana's POV
I hunched over my notebook in the library’s back corner, my earbuds jammed so deep into my ears they started to hurt. The words on the page refused to stay still. That half-second earlier of Jace Carter laughing with his teammates and me walking bumping into his chest kept replaying nonstop no matter how hard I tried to shove it away. I pressed my pen harder into the paper until the tip almost tore through.
My phone started vibrating against the wooden table. First once, twice then nonstop. I frowned and flipped it over. Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred.
I opened the top one.
It was a video.
It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate.
The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple”
Comments poured in underneath.
“Who is she?”
“Jace finally got a girlfriend?”
“She’s actually cute, not like the usual ones.”
“They look good together.”
My hand tightened on the phone. I yanked one earbud out. My fingers felt cold as I scrolled faster, twenty-three thousand views already. It was almost like the shares increased every time I blinked. Someone had stitched it with romantic music and heart effects.
This wasn’t real, it was two seconds of me not paying attention and now the whole campus was turning it into something else.
I shoved my notebook into my bag and left the library. I walked fast along the path and strapped my backpack onto my shoulder. Every few steps my phone buzzed again, I silenced it but couldn’t stop checking. There were more tags, more comments, people that I didn’t even know were commenting on my face, my clothes, whether I was “good enough” for Jace Carter.
By the time I pushed open my dorm door, my breathing was uneven. Becca was already sitting inside, her legs crossed on her bed with her laptop open. The video played on her screen the second I walked in.
"Ariana,” she said, her voice high with excitement. “You collided with Jace Carter? And didn’t tell me? This video is blowing up everywhere, look at how he grabbed your arm. People are losing their minds.”
I dropped my bag on the floor. It landed with a dull thud. I stood there, my arms hanging at my sides as I stared at her screen. In the slowed clip, Jace’s hand looked gentle on my arm and my face looked surprised, almost soft. I hated it.
“It was an accident,” I said. My voice came out flat. “I didn’t see him….I was trying to get to the library. That’s all.”
Becca leaned forward, her messy brown hair falling into her eyes. “Accident or not, it looks good. Half the comments think you two are secretly dating. The other half wants to know your name, this could be huge for you.”
I started pacing between the beds. I took three steps, one way turned and three steps back. My socks made soft sounds on the floor. “I don’t want huge, I don’t want any of this but people are already assuming things. If the scholarship board sees this, they might think I’m distracted and that I’m not serious about my work.”
Becca closed her laptop but kept watching me. “You’re spiraling again, it’s just a silly video. I'm sure by tomorrow it’ll be old news.”
I stopped near my desk and gripped the edge with both hands.The memory of Davian pushed in without warning; him laughing with his friends while telling them how I was “too much work.” How he had used every quiet confession I gave him as entertainment. My throat burned and I swallowed hard but the tightness stayed.
“I can’t afford silly,” I said quietly. “I have one shot at this scholarship, just one shot to get out of here and build something real. If people start linking me to Jace Carter, they’ll assume I’m just another girl chasing attention, then professors will look at me differently and everything I’ve worked for could look cheap.”
Becca stood up and came closer, her bright energy felt too loud in the small room. “Ari, you can’t let what Davian did control every part of your life. Not every guy is going to use you and throw you away.”
I turned away from her and pressed my forehead against the cool window glass. Students moved across the quad below, many of them stared at their phones, probably the same video.
“You don’t get it,” I whispered. “When Davian left, he didn’t just break up with me. He made sure everyone knew I wasn’t enough, he took the parts of me I trusted him with and made them jokes. I’m not doing that again, I just…can’t.”
Silence stretched between us. I heard Becca shift her weight but she didn’t speak right away. My hands were shaking slightly so I shoved them into my sweater pockets.
My phone buzzed on the bed, I ignored it at first then it buzzed again. I picked it up slowly.
Unknown number.
Unknown: Hey, this is Jace. Saw the video going around, sorry about bumping into you. Can we talk sometime?
I stared at the message until the letters blurred, my hands tightened on the phone then my heart started beating hard against my ribs. I showed the screen to Becca without saying anything and her eyes widened.
“He texted you. Jace actually texted you.”
I locked the phone and tossed it back on the bed like it could burn me. I started pacing again, shorter steps this time, and wrapped my arms around my stomach, the room felt smaller and the walls closer. Everything was moving too fast and I couldn’t stop it.
I don't want Jace Carter in my life, I don't want his number and I don’t want the campus to watch and judge me, pairing me with someone who represented everything I was trying to avoid.
But the video was already out there. The rumors had started and now the golden boy himself had reached out.
I stopped pacing and sat heavily on my bed as I put my elbows on my knees, head down. I dug my fingers into my scalp.
“What do I do now?”
Jace's POVThe swinging door hit my bad shoulder on the way through, and I swallowed the sound before it could come out.The corridor was narrow and bright. Fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, and the floor was the gray rubber kind that squeaked under sneakers. My good hand found the wall and stayed there. The room behind me was still loud, chairs scraping, somebody shouting my name, but the sound was getting smaller with every step.Footsteps followed. Two sets, one heavy, one quick."Jace!" Denise's voice cut down the hallway. "You're not cleared to walk.""I'm walking.""You're walking like a man who's about to hit the floor again."I didn't stop. The vending machines went past on my left, humming, their glass fronts lit up with bags of chips and energy drinks. The trophy case came next, and I caught my reflection in the glass for a second: pale face, damp hair, the white strap across my chest. I looked like someone who'd been pulled out of a river."Where are you going?" Mike calle
Jace's POV"Sit down," Coach said.I pushed my chair back anyway. The legs scraped across the floor, loud enough that the front row turned around.Coach caught my good arm above the elbow. His grip was hard. "Sit down before you fall on camera.""She's leaving.""I can see that.""Then let go."He didn't let go. The flashes kept going, white and fast, and somebody in the back yelled my name like it was a question they wanted answered right now. My head felt full of water. The lights above me swung a little to the left and came back."Jace." Coach's voice dropped. "Look at me."I looked at him. His face was red at the cheekbones, and his mouth was a flat line."You said it in front of the whole league," he said. "You don't get to walk out after her like it's a private thing now.""It was never private."He didn't answer that.Along the wall, Ryan pushed off from the cinder block and came forward a step. He had his cap in his hand, turning it around and around by the brim. "Well," he sa
Jace's POVThe flashes started before I reached the chair."Jace! Over here!""Jace, is the arm broken?""Did you see her? Did you see Ariana?"I kept walking. My right arm was strapped to my chest, and every step sent a dull knock through my shoulder. Coach was waiting at the long table with a bottle of water and a microphone that looked too small for his hand. He pulled out the chair beside him and didn't look at me when I sat down."Keep it short," he said under his breath."I know.""Keep it about the team."I pulled the microphone closer with my left hand. It was warm from the lights.The room was packed. Rows of folding chairs, cameras on tripods, phones held up over the heads of people standing at the back. I could smell wet coats and burnt coffee. Along the wall, Ryan had his arms crossed and his cap pulled low. Mike stood beside him with his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the carpet. Ryan muttered, "Here we go," and went back to glaring at the cameras.Mike didn't s
Jace's POVThe ceiling tiles had a water stain in the corner, shaped like a tooth. I stared at it for a long time before I understood that I was lying on the training table and the light above me was too bright."Don't sit up yet," Denise said.I sat up anyway. The room tilted, then settled. My right arm was strapped across my chest in a sling I didn't remember anyone putting on me. The shoulder throbbed in a slow, heavy beat, like something was knocking from the inside."You hit your head," she said. "Hard. Stay still.""I'm okay.""You're conscious. That's different."I lay back down. She didn't argue. She pulled a chair beside the table and sat with her clipboard on her knee and the pen tucked behind her ear. She didn't write anything. She just watched my face, the way she'd watched my arm all week.The door opened, and the team doctor came in with a folder under his arm. He was a tall man with reading glasses on a cord, and he looked tired the way doctors look after a long day. He
Jace's POVThe dressing room was loud before warmups, the way it always was on championship day. Somebody had the speaker going, and Ryan was singing badly along with it, slapping the lockers in time.Denise was waiting by the training room door when I came out of the shower. She didn't say hello. She just pointed at the table."Lift it," she said.I lifted. The arm came up to my ribs and stopped where it had stopped all week. She pressed two fingers along the top of my shoulder, and I didn't flinch this time.She looked at the clipboard. She didn't write anything new. She just read the page for a while, then tucked it under her arm."You're going to play," she said. It wasn't a question."Yes.""Then play the way you can, not the way you used to."I didn't answer. I got my shirt on with my left hand and walked out before she could say anything else.Kingsport was waiting for us at center ice, the same forwards as the final, the same blue jerseys. The crowd was louder than it had been
Ethan's POVThe mall car park was almost empty for a Friday afternoon. I had driven across town instead of going straight to the arena. I'd told myself I needed to get out of the house, and then I'd walked past two shop windows without going into either one. The radio played a song I didn't know, and I turned it off at the second light. Now I sat on the top level, facing a concrete wall with a painted number on it, the engine off.On the passenger seat was the ticket for tomorrow's game. I had bought it on Tuesday, the same week the tournament ended. The paper was stiff in my jacket pocket, and I'd taken it out twice already to check the date, as if it might have changed.I took out my phone and opened the contacts. Jace's name was near the top.I pressed it.The screen changed to the call view. His face from last year's team photo filled the corner, the one where the photographer had told him to smile and he hadn't. The ring came through the speaker, soft and even. I held the phone t







