Chapter Five**JACE** I hated her. With a mouth fit for a viper, and the eyes of a stinging wasp. I hated her. The way she speaks, the way her brows arch in the most condescending manner, the way those stupid hips of hers move in such a suave way. I hated all of it—her, Aria Blackwell. I slammed my locker and headed straight for the practice rink, barging into Nathan who was one of the new recruits. I let out a gruff sound, plopping down on the bench to get ready for warm up when he came up to me, still in the middle of lacing my skates. “Are you playing center?” He asked. I grunted in response, not wanting to host a conversation at the moment. Nathan, not knowing about my encounter with the witch of the east end kept on pushing, “Are you playing center, Carter?” I shot my face up, giving him a death glare, “You take center. I’m playing left wing.” Everyone gasped, eavesdropping on the conversation. Konner, another player on the team walked up to me,
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