The Hockey Star Is Obsessed With Me

Chapter 1 Adele Wilson The blaring sound of my alarm interrupted my sleep, yanking me out of sleep and back into the cruel world after hours of being asleep. Each morning, the sound of my alarm felt like a call to death and nightmare. Something I couldn't avoid. I needed to face it. "Are you awake, darling? You are going to be late for school." My beloved father spoke from outside, a small knock sounding on the door. I rolled off the bed with the little strength in me, slipping my big feet into my flip flops. "I'll be there in a minute, dad." As I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my plump face, I could only wish for one thing. To wake up one morning and see that I had lost all the fat and be a slim and beautiful girl like every other person. That is not too much to ask, right? After a quick shower, I got ready for the academy, leaving my room to go join my father in the dining room. "Good morning, dad." I sat across from the forty-eight-year-old man, his brown

Chapter 3 Adele Wilson I stood behind the partition wall, watching Jason. He was sitting in the same spot where he sat yesterday, calm and focused. Ten minutes ago, I had sneaked inside the arena, and shortly after, he walked inside, and had since been waiting for me. My heart reeled, my mind about to explode as many questions flooded in. Why was he this persistent? Was there more to this, or was I the one making things up in my head? He checked his wristwatch, before taking his phone out of his pocket, fixing his gaze on it. 'What if I told you I could help reshape your life?' My fingers clutched tightly around my phone. Yes, I knew Jason was powerful. He was capable of all he said, and I needed his help if I really wanted to survive in this school, but what if I was making a mistake? 'Just go to him, Adele' A voice spoke in my head, and I stood up, adjusted my backpack, but I hadn't taken a step when I was slammed back into reality as Chloe's words rang in my h

Chapter 5 Adele Wilson Why was he helping me? Only one question echoed in my head as I stared at the closed door. ‘Maybe he just feels pity for you. Maybe he just hates injustice’. I tried to shake off the look in his eyes that stuck to my head. The way he stared, as if I was a meal he couldn't wait to devour… not in a good way though. Then I asked myself, ‘Was accepting his offer a mistake?’ “You didn't, Adele. You need to save yourself, and Jason is the only one who could do that for you.” I whispered, taking a deep breath as I brushed off every negative thought in my head. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I went back to the class. I could hear every student I walked past, whisper loudly about me. They were making comments about Jason's jersey that I wore, but I didn't pay attention to any of them. I froze, and my heart ceased as I collided against a hard surface. A hard chest, actually. The familiar pair of red sneakers made my knees weak as I dragged a step

Chapter 7 Adele I stepped into the arena once it was 3:55 P.M. Jason was not here yet, so I decided to wait for him. What does he want to show me though? ‘Relax, Adele. You'll find out soon'. Soon, Jason walked in elegantly, hands tucked in his pockets, his face straight as always, but still, he looked hot. “Hi!” I stood up as he approached me. “Have you been waiting?” he stood before me, eyes locked on me. I shook my head. “No. I just came in.” He sat on one of the chairs, gesturing to the one right beside him as he said, “Sit.” My eyes widened. "Huh?" "Sit." I sat beside him, curiosity eating at me. "You said you wanted to show me something." My voice almost cracked... Almost. He brought a mini notebook from his jacket and gave it to me, saying, "Read that." I looked at him, confused for a moment, then ran my thumb across the cover, my grip tightening on it. The first thing that caught my attention the moment I opened it were the words scribbled on the firs

Chapter 9 Next morning Adele Wilson I woke up at dawn and got ready for school. A smile spread across my lips as I picked my suitcase and left my room. My father was still sleeping, so I wrote a note and left it on the table for him before leaving. The first bus usually leaves by 5:30 A.M, and fortunately, I got to the bus stop at the time that the bus arrived. My alarm blared as I stepped out of the bus in front of the academy. It was already 6 A.M. “Shit! I'm late!” I cursed silently, dragging my suitcase behind me as I hurried towards the gate, and as I stepped inside the academy premises, I spotted Jason. He stood along the veranda, hands tucked inside his joggers. He straightened up as I approached him, his eyes gazing straight at me. Cold, quiet, and unreadable. I halted in front of him, almost out of breath. “Good morning.” “You are late." he glanced at my suitcase, then back to my face, his eyes boring into mine as he continued, “Woke up late?” “No. The b