Chapter 1

Imani’s POV“No, no, no. Don't give me that look, Imani.”June, my best friend, warned, rolling her eyes.Of course, she knew what that face meant… I don't want to leave my safe place especially for not something as stupid as a party.I stared back at the mirror, a sigh escaping my lips. June had spent nearly an hour curling my 4b mid-long hair into glossy spirals and painting my lips with a soft combo of brown and pink lipstick that fitted perfectly with my brown skin body. The dress, a deep emerald satin thing that clung to my body perfectly— was something I would never have chosen.It was too tight, and it brought out the curves I had always felt so insecure about.“Don’t even think about it.” She smacked my hands away from dragging the gown down. “No one goes to a party in sweats and joggers.”I wanted to argue that it was the only way I’d stay hidden in the midst of chaos but June was beaming, twirling around me with a makeup brush still in her hand like some giddy fairy godmot

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Chapter 2

Imani’s POV I was about saying what I felt at that money when June slowly pinched me and I sank into my seat.Just one night.The music hit first, coursing through the awful silence that was in the car. A low, thrumming bass that made the walls of the house vibrate— the pre-homecoming was already alive when Jackson's car rolled up the driveway, and I could feel the energy pulsing even from the passenger seat. Lights flashed through the front windows, red, blue, gold. All cutting across silhouettes of bodies pressed too close together. June squealed beside me, adjusting her sequined top in the mirror while I tried to avoid meeting glances with Jackson. He had been apologizing since forever but his sight still irritates me. “This is it, babe! Welcome back to college social life. I feel so fulfilled that you're here!”“More like voluntary sensory overload,” I muttered, half under my breath. She laughed, unbothered. “It's going to be fine. You've got me, and Jackson's just being Jac

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Chapter 3

Imani's POV “Imani,” I heard my name, sending jolts to my soul. I just got caught. My eyes fixated on Brittany who was rushing angrily towards the door that leads to the main party as I tried to act all good. Poor girl… she must be so hurt. “Is that you?” He asked, his eyes curiously glaring hard at the oak tree I was resting on. “Why are you out here?”I gulped down, scratching the back of my head as I smiled awkwardly. “I was going to call Ty.” He looked drunk, not sloppy drunk, but the kind of drunk that made his gaze unfocused. He took a few steps toward me. “How much did you hear?”I hesitated. “Not much.”His expression sharpened into a suspicious one. “You're a bad liar, Imani.”He called my name again.I crossed my arms, holding my ground. “Well, does it even matter?”He studied me for a minute before he chuckled humorlessly. “You always were curious about things that didn't concern you.”“Right,” I said flatly. “Because watching someone get slapped totally means I was e

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Chapter 4

Imani's POVThe pounding in my skull was like the bass of last night's music still playing in my head. I groaned, pressing a pillow over my head, trying to block out the sunlight spilling through my curtains.My mouth felt like cotton, and my throat dry sand, reminding me that I had let June convince me into going to the cursed party in the first place.This might even be the last and ever party.A knock came in.“Imani Grayson,” A familiar, deep angry voice snapped through the door.My heart stuttered and my eyes widened. “Tyrique.”I sat up too quickly, wincing as the room turned around me as if I drank alcohol and I was just recovering from a hangover. “Oh, no,” I muttered under my breath.The door burst open before I could even respond. My brother's presence filled the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, and fuming. His jaw was tight, arms crossed like he was trying to stop himself from throwing something. Behind him, June stood awkwardly, eyes down, her fingers twisting around the h

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Chapter 5

Nicolas's POV “This will be a good kick for you, Imani” Dean Martin tried to talk her into it, but she shook her head.“No. I’m sorry, I don’t think I can.” She turned to stare at me briefly, “We both can’t stand each other's guts so I’m certain we wouldn’t last a day without killing each other.” She added firmly.The moment Dean Martin dismissed us, I stayed standing in the office longer than I should have.I was bothered.My fingers dug into my jeans, jaw locked tight enough to ache.Mentor. Tutor. Academic probation.I could already picture my father's face when he found out—tight-lipped, disappointed, the same look he gave every time I missed a shot or slipped curfew for a night game.With Mark Jamieson, hockey doesn't just sound like a game. It sounded like an achievement to him and something I must always win, especially now that Hayden was a hotshot… The same goes for the scholarship. When I finally turned toward the door, I caught her reflection in the glass panel—Imani Gray

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All Chapters of Pucking The Enemy Hockey Captain : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5