All Chapters of The Hockey Star Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PRESENT DAY Coleen“Coleen freaking Miane? Are you ready yet?”I turned back to find my Mark standing at the doorway. His floppy blonde hair flattered him, making him look like the golden retriever that he was. Right now though, he had a frown of annoyance on his face that seemed almost humorous.An exasperated sigh left me as I turned to my packed bag.“I'm almost done,” I said, even though my heart still felt heavy.I heard him move closer before his arms wrapped around me “Don't think too much about it.” he murmured against my neck, “all those bad days are over. This is a fresh start for both of us,”“Easy for you to say, Mr music prodigy,?” I nudged him teasingly, but I couldn't deny that what he said was true.Not long after getting the news of our scholarship we moved into the city, getting an apartment and setting up everything else in advance. We'd spent the entire summer break here, preparing for its resumption whether it was going to prep classes, touring the college or ex

Coleen.I was never going back there again.That was my resolve. After that disastrous introduction of a study group I'd resolved to never go into another one again. The next day I apologized to Mr Morrison for the sudden outburst and told him just that. His confusion and disappointment made a part of me guilty but despite his questions and requests all I could give him was an awkward apology. After that cane my next step. To my surprise, it didn't take me long to find out the said classes that I shared with Hayden vis the school lists, thankfully nonne of them i had attended yet. Immediately I found them I quickly transferred from those classes to alternatives. Within two days I had received approval from all the transfers, ignoring the looks around recieved from the Professors themselves.That didn't matter in the long run. What mattered was separating myself far away from Hayden’s maliciousness. And I succeeded. This was the end.Everything went well after. Throughout the week I h

COLEEN I walked home in a daze, not believing what had just home. It wasn’t until I had gotten into my apartment that the reality of what I’d done settled into me. I had freaking humiliated myself in class because of Hayden Michaels! Oh, God this was a disaster of unbelievable proportions and there was no way I was going to leave it down. I already knew that the professor was going to hate me for disrupting her class the way I did. She had a reputation as a no nonsense person and now I’ve gone an put myself in her bad books. Fuck, how on earth was I going to redeem myself to her? There was also the fact that any body in that class could have made a video of my outburst and had probably uploaded it on social media. My plans to maintain a low-profile in college was going to absolute shit. Thanks to none other than, Hayden freaking Michaels. And what the hell was that? Hayden had never apologized to me in all the years I’d known him so why start now? Or was he finally becomin

COLEEN I hadn’t slept. The night crawled by in a haze of embarrassment, replaying my outburst in class on a loop in my head. My voice cracking. My heart racing. The silence that followed. Hayden’s face, confused, almost guilty. And worst of all, the way the whole room looked at me like I was two seconds from combusting. This wasn’t how I imagined college going. It wasn’t even close. I curled deeper under my sheets, hoping for some kind of divine intervention. Maybe the ground could swallow me whole or I’d wake up in an alternate timeline where I’d kept my mouth shut and hadn’t exploded in front of my classmates. But the sun kept rising and the responsibility of going to school knocked like an annoying landlord. By 8:00 a.m., I was sitting up in bed with dark circles under my eyes and a knot in my stomach the size of a boulder. There was no way around it, if I wanted to survive this school, this scholarship, this life I was clawing toward, I had to face what happened. I showered,

HAYDEN Practice was hell. I don’t mean the usual kind where your muscles burn and your lungs fight for air and the coach’s whistle feels like a scream in your eardrums. No, this was a different kind of hell. The kind where your head's a fucking mess and your body refuses to cooperate. Every time I dropped back to throw, I felt like her eyes were on me even though she wasn’t there. Every time I ran a drill, I kept hearing her voice in that lecture hall. Coleen Maine was haunting me. “Michaels!” Coach Thompson’s voice thundered across the field. “What in God's name was that? My grandmother could make a fucking slap shot!” I gritted my teeth, yanked off my helmet, and ran a frustrated hand through my sweat-soaked hair. “Sorry, Coach,” I muttered, already knowing I looked like crap out there. “You’re not even trying today!” he barked, storming toward me like a defenseman on a mission. “What’s going on with you?” “Just having a rough morning,” I said, avoiding eye contact. Coach