Coleen
I slammed the door to the apartment as soon as I arrived. Heavy breaths left me. It felt like I had just run a marathon. But nothing, absolutely nothing could get rid of the image in my head. How on earth did Hayden Michaels in the same college. That wasn't hard to find an answer to. This was a private prestigious college his family could afford after all. In some twisted coincidence, he had also chosen the same college. This was my Dream college, my hope out of those memories and he was here with them. “I can see you had some fun,” I flinched as a voice came out of nowhere. Looking up, I tensed as I found Mark staring at me from his doorway, a knowing smirk on his face. “How was the party?” I asked “It wasn't anything.” I said, trying to keep my expression from giving anything away. “Sure, I believe you. Coleen, all grown up,” he teased, To my relief, he didn't push the matter further, moving towards our living room as he rambled about his day in college. As he told me how he met up with a girl in his classes he was interested in I couldn't help but smile, genuinely happy for him. I was going to forget about that night. Whatever Hayden was doing in the same damn college wasn't my business. I was never going to cross paths with him ever again. Not if I could help it. … After recovering from the leftover hangover, I went to college for my current classes, set on moving forward with the day. In the midst of the classes and the familiar feeling of work, everything else faded from my mind. I was fine. Great, even. By the end of my final class for the day I stepped out only to be called by the Lecturer to see him. Anxiety filled me as soon as I was alone with him. Why was he calling me? Had something happened? “I'm sorry for the inconvenience Miss Miane. This should have been addressed earlier, but because you received a scholarship in this college due to your high grades, you have the offer if joining in an after school study group alongside other full scholarship students. Not everyone is present but they are actually having a meeting now if you'd like to join in.” Mr Morrison said. In an instant, the anxiety was replaced with pure excitement. “Thank you for this opportunity sir ,” I smiled, heart racing as he nodded. It took everything in me to not jump as he led me towards the ‘Scholarship study group’. Less than a minute after learning of it I was already excited to meet them and make new friends. I stepped inside and my smile froze in place, a chill filling me. A group of people were sitting in a group and among them… Hayden sat on one of the tables, eyes trailing towards me. “Ah, I suppose you've met Hayden Michaels, he was in the same highschool as you, I believe?” Mr Morrison smiled, seemingly noticing my stare. “He's also here on a full sports scholarship if I'm correct. He's also in several of your classes. Since you two are familiar I'm sure you'll get along,” he patted my shoulder before leaving me. How wrong he was. My heart sank into pure dread as I met the faces of the other people waiting for me. Their stares bored into me, expecting me to move but I couldn't, frozen in place. This had to be some sort of mistake. The Michaels family owned one of the biggest companies in the whole damn city. Everyone knew his name. How could he of all people need a scholarship? There were others, more deserving people who needed it. Not him. Bitterness filled my insides. No matter how unfair it felt , I couldn't find the words. It didn't change the fact that I was face to face with him once again. The one who I hated most, who for some twisted reasons I had slept with last night. Did he recognize it was me? Had he done it on purpose? Was he mocking me? Panic filled me, and I felt my belly roil when I met his gaze. His sea green eyes seemed to taunt me from here. And slowly, s smirk grew on his lips m I recognized that smirk. The same look he had given me after that day of our graduation. It brought me back to the humiliating prank after graduation. Bile filled my throat. I couldn't stay here anymore. I spun around, rushing out the door and ignoring Mr Morrisson’s calls. Blinking back tears, I ran out of the hallway and entered the nearest bathroom. Thankfully I realized it was empty just as the first sob crawled up my throat. “You can't cry now Coleen. You're stronger than this” I told myself, forcing the choked tears down. The entire day had been a rollercoaster of emotions by itself. First the one night stand and now this? What kind of sick joke was this? He was the last person “You're overthinking it,” I shook my head frantically. This was just a mistake. One that could easily be resolved. Thinking back to that signature smile of his anger welled up inside me. How could I let him singlehandedly intimidate me with only a single gesture? I was stronger than before, but I knew how to pick my battles, and he wasn't worth it. The place was big enough for both of us, and I would make sure that I never saw him. Ever.COLEENI hated Mondays. Well... not all the time but most of the time. It was the start of the week and I'm never fully recovered from the weekend by the time Monday rolls around.Mondays were supposed to be miserable. Mine wasn’t… terrible.Classes, notes, the kind of steady routine I’d grown used to, it was all strangely comforting. Mark and I even managed to grab a quick lunch between his music theory lab and my psych lecture.“You look less stressed than usual,” Mark said around a mouthful of fries. "The Coleen I know would not be looking this relaxed on a Monday."“I’m hiding it well,” I said, smirking as I reached for one of his fries. He slapped my hand away.“Rude. Get your own.”“I paid for your coffee this morning,” I reminded him, glaring. “I deserve at least one fry as interest.”He rolled his eyes, pushing the carton toward me. “Fine. So, what’s new with you and Lover Boy?”“Don’t call him that,” I muttered, but my ears heated anyway. “And nothing’s ‘new.’ We’re just… han
HAYDENI didn’t know the best way to explain it, but game days had a rhythm.It usually felt like a ritual of sorts. Every player had their game day routine, most people were even superstitious about it, but I didn't think it was that deep. I would admit that one's game day routine played a significant role in their preparedness.For me, I like to wake up early, shake off the nerves with coffee that was probably stronger than it needed to be, run through warm-ups until my legs feel alive, and try not to overthink the fact that the stands would be full by puck drop. Usually, I was good at keeping my head down, it was just me, my teammates, and the ice.But today? I could already feel the eyes.Word had gotten around that a few NHL scouts were showing up again, and the locker room buzzed with it. Everyone tried to play it cool, but you could see the extra sharpness in how guys taped their sticks, hear it in how hard we slammed the pucks against the boards during practice drills.“Big n
COLEENThe wind bit through my coat as soon as I stepped outside, the kind of cold that nipped at your ears and made you question every life decision that involved leaving a warm apartment. Hayden had texted that he was waiting by his car, and sure enough, there he was, leaning against it like he was posing for a magazine cover instead of freezing in the parking lot.“You’re going to turn into an icicle,” I called as I walked over.He grinned, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. “What, and ruin my reputation as a tough hockey guy? Can’t let that happen.”“You could at least pretend to be human and wear a hat,” I teased.“Can’t mess up the hair,” he shot back. “Priorities, Coleen.”I rolled my eyes as I reached him, but I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You ready?”“Always,” he said, opening the car door for me with a little mock bow. “Your chariot awaits.”I slid in, muttering, “You’re ridiculous.”“And yet,” he replied, rounding to the driver’s side, “You st
HAYDENThe call came out of nowhere.I was halfway through lacing my skates for morning practice when my phone buzzed on the bench. I almost ignored it. I'm usually good at tuning out distractions before I hit the ice, but the name flashing across the screen made me freeze.It was my mom.I hadn’t heard from her since… well, since before camp. And now, weeks later, she was calling me? I hesitated, staring at the screen like it might explode. Jason, who was sitting two lockers down, noticed.“You gonna get that?” he asked, leaning back with that lazy grin. “Or do you need me to tell your mom you’re too cool to talk?”I shot him a glare but answered anyway, pressing the phone to my ear. “Hey, Mom.”“Hayden,” her voice was smooth and polite, like we were strangers. “I just realized I never asked you about that hockey camp you went to. How did it go?”I blinked, surprised she even remembered. “It went great. Intense, but… worth it. I learned a lot.”“That’s good.” There was an awkward pau
COLEENThe morning after our date, I woke up smiling.Which was terrifying.Because I wasn’t the kind of girl who woke up smiling over a boy. I wasn’t the kind of girl who replayed conversations in her head while brushing her teeth, or who scrolled through her messages to see if maybe, just maybe, he’d texted “good morning” before I was even awake.But apparently, I was now.Mark noticed before I even finished pouring my cereal.“You’re chipper,” he said, lounging at the table in his sweatpants like someone who hadn’t seen daylight in days. “What happened to the girl who grumbles through breakfast like a grumpy cat?”“Nothing.” I shoved a spoonful of cereal into my mouth, trying to play it cool. “Just in a good mood.”“Uh-huh.” He tilted his head, studying me. “And does this good mood happen to be six-foot-two with great hair?”I choked on my cereal, coughing hard enough to make my eyes water. “Mark!”He grinned like a cat that got into the cream. “So, I guess I can assume from your m
HAYDENI finished my coffee and didn’t rush to stand. The café buzzed around me, steam and chatter and someone behind me rustling a newspaper like it was 1999. I pulled a napkin toward me and started scribbling stupid little plan ideas. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to make sure that we both explore every activity I could think of when we are both free.Coleen was a bit skittish in nature. I wasn’t expecting her to just change overnight. So it was up to me to be proactive, even though she already knew how I felt about her.I wanted her to feel special. I wanted to treat her like a queen so she’ll realize that she deserves to be doted on. Most importantly, I want to erase every memory of her shitty ex-boyfriend from her mind.He doesn’t deserve her. He never has. And now that I have her, I wasn’t going to mess it up.The bell above the door jangled, and an unmistakable voice floated past.“Well, if it isn’t Michaels.”I smiled despite myself because I already knew who it was, and