Trapped Between My Hockey Stepbrothers

MARIAH'S POV I watched Reynold Davidson from the spectator line as he ran past the rival players in the court with the ball gliding effortlessly on his stick. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the cheers coming from the crowd surrounding me. I forced a smile and clapped with my eyes still fixed on his sweat covered face. His face was flushed, sweat clinging to his black hair as it stuck to his forehead. He slowed near the edge of the edge of the court and tossed his stick to the benches then brushed his brown wet hair back while sliding across the court to share a victory hug with his teammates. “Isnt he amazing?” my best friend, Ophelia, squealed beside me. I remained silent, my eyes still fixed on him cheering on the court. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the cheerleaders jump to the edge of the court, waving the glittery balls and wearing beautiful smiles on their goddess-like faces. I could see Charlotte standing at the front, that p

MARIAH I let Ophelia apply some make-up on my face before we headed out of the room for the “exclusive After game party” as she phrased it. I kept feeling nervous about where I was going. I didn't know if it was that it was my first time being at a party or I just had that nasty feeling that something bad was gonna happen. “Are you okay?” She asked and I forced a nod. She sighed and rubbed my arm then picked up her pace as the faint music hung in the air. We walked over to the frat house and Opelia led me down a basement I didn't know existed in school.I wondered if the school management knew about this and I didn't dare ask Ophelia that with how excited she was. We walked down the stairs and stepped into a dark hallway covered with thick cigarette smoke and the stench of alcohol. I squeezed my nose in disapproval but the door to the basement was already slammed shut the moment we stepped onto those stairs. The music was louder now and so was the nervousness that ate me up. “C