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Chapter 52: Authorized
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2026-10-07 03:02:55
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KYLE.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”The notification sat on my screen in the clean, official language institutions used when they wanted damage to look like a procedure. Mandatory testing, pre-game. My name in the recipient list beside June’s and Noah’s and half the roster, as if this were ordinary diligence and not a blade sliding in on schedule.June’s head snapped up from his own phone. “Noah. You fucking jinxed us.”Noah held up both hands, still in his sweat-dark shirt from the gym, face caught between guilt and disbelief. “I said it as a joke. People say things. That does not make me a sorcerer.”“Guys,” Elara said, stepping closer, eyes moving between our screens. “What is going on?”June turned his phone toward her. “There is mandatory drug testing before the game tonight.”Iris stopped mid-motion with the trash bag still twisted in her fist. “What the hell? How is that even possible? Friendlies do not get randoms dropped on them like finals week.”“Sounds too planne
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KYLE.I woke up feeling like I had lost a fight with the mattress and the mattress had called in reinforcements.Everything was sore. Not the clean burn of a hard practice, the deep, stubborn ache that lived in bruised ribs and overused muscle and a body still arguing with the week behind it. For a second I lay still and let the ceiling come into focus, cataloguing damage the way I did after a rough period. side, shoulder, the dull residual pound at the edge of a concussion that had mostly settled but had not forgotten me. Today was match day. Friendly or not, Chicago would not care about my inventory of complaints. As captain, the job was the same. Show up, set the tone, drag the room with you if you had to. Lead them to a win even when the calendar itself had been weaponized by a man with my last name.My phone was already losing its mind on the nightstand.The screen lit, darkened, lit again, a continuous stack of notifications hard enough to make the device buzz against the woo
The NHL Captain's Fake Girlfriend Chapter 52: Authorized
KYLE.Fucking hell.Since when did they announce games the night before the actual game?The alert still sat on my screen like a joke with bad timing, bright team colors and tomorrow’s date stamped under names that usually came with weeks of preparation. Boston against Chicago. A friendly, according to the graphic, as if the word friendly had ever meant soft when two sets of professionals hit the ice with pride and scouts and old grudges in the building. My ribs gave a dull reminder when I shifted, the kind of pain that had been manageable on a couch and suddenly felt relevant again in a much worse way.Noah leaned forward with both hands in his hair. “We are so out of form. What the hell is Coach thinking?”June stared at his own phone like it might revise itself into a practice memo from last month. “What is the purpose of this game in the first place? Who drops a Blackhawks matchup into a group chat with less warning than a weather alert?”Iris muted the television completely. Ela
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ELARA.“I’ve come with an offer,” Kyle’s father said.The hallway held the sentence like it had weight. Nobody moved. Iris’s arms were still crossed. Noah and June had gone quiet in the archway behind us. Jessica stood half a step behind Richard Stevens. The paused show still glowed uselessly in the living room, two episodes deep into a night that was supposed to belong to us.Richard’s gaze shifted to me, and the attention landed with precision, the way a man looked at a problem he had already priced out.“This whole thing,” he said, almost gently, “the back and forth with the school, the noise, the public mess. It has been too much on you. I can tell.”Kyle’s voice cut in before the sympathy could settle. “Skip the fake concern and tell us what you want.”Richard did not look at him right away. He kept his eyes on me, as if Kyle were an interruption in a negotiation already underway. “I can make all of this go away. The conduct pressure, the institutional complications. The social
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ELARA.I was still staring at the screen Kyle had turned toward me.“Oh,” I said. “I am definitely not going.”Kyle’s answer came without hesitation. “Me neither.”There was no speech attached to it, no performance of rebellion for an audience we did not have. Just the same exhaustion I could feel in my own bones, shaped into two words and held steady. Iris looked between us, then at the glass lobby doors where Jessica had disappeared, and let out a breath that sounded like she had been prepared to fight us if we chose wrong.“Good,” she said. “Because I was about to hold the car hostage.”We left Jessica’s building without looking back long enough to give her windows the satisfaction. The light on the street was too pretty for the day we were having, all warm edges and ordinary traffic, as if the world had not spent the afternoon proving how easily a phone number could turn into a noose. Kyle moved slower than usual, one hand hovering near his ribs whenever the curb dipped. Iris wal
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