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Dona's POVI spent the rest of that Thursday hanging out with August in his suite, trying not to think about what he'd said about me driving him crazy. But it was there, unspoken but heavy regardless. I could sense that he did not want to speak about it, and so I had no choice but to respect his silence.That afternoon, August disappeared into the shower. The sound of water running filled the suite, and with nothing else to do, I finally picked up my phone. I vaguely remembered someone calling me over and over again while August and I were busy getting it on last night. I'd ignored it then. Now I couldn't anymore.When I unlocked my phone, I was utterly flabbergasted. Eleven missed calls and countless messages, all from Piper. Some of my coursemates were texting too, even people I hadn't spoken to much. People I barely knew.Immediately, my breath snagged in my throat. Something bad had happened, it had to. Why else would everyone be blowing up my phone like this?With shaky hands, I

August's POV Piper showing up at my hotel suite was very surprising, to say the least. I followed Dona to the living room and half-expected to see Piper in there, but instead I hear someone banging on the door. My mind was already running through worst-case scenarios. I turned to Dona, puckering my eyebrows in a silent question: was that Piper? “Piper texted me." She said quickly. “She said she was coming.” That alone threw me off. Piper Ramiréz did not like me. She barely tolerated my existence on a good day. The fact that she was here, at my hotel suite, made my stomach bottom out. The knocking came again. I sighed in exhaustion and walked to the door, pulling it open. Piper was standing right there with her red hair wild and eyes blazing, her whole body vibrating with anger. Two hotel security guys hovered a step behind her, looking uncomfortable, like they had no idea how they’d ended up in the middle of whatever this was. “Sir,” one of them started, “she insisted...” "It

August's POV We ran drills for the next hour, and I noticed it immediately. Every time I called for the puck, it did not come to me. Mason had it, and then he skated right past me even though I was wide open. Diego got possession, then he looked my way and while maintaining hard eye-contact with me, he passed it backward to Tyler instead. "Diego!" I yelled, skating hard to catch up. "I was open! You could have passed to me!" He didn't respond. He just kept moving past me, as if I hadn't said a word. The same thing happened again, and again. Caleb had the puck near the blue line, and I was positioned perfectly for a one-timer. I slapped my stick against the ice. "Caleb! Here! Pass to me!" But Caleb passed it to Diego instead. Diego fumbled it, and the other line stole possession. "What the hell?" I shouted, throwing my arms up. "I was right there!" Tyler skated over to Caleb. "Dude, he was open. Pass him the puck!" "I didn't see him, Tyler." Caleb muttered. "Bullshit," Tyler

Dona's POV Piper continued eating in silence for a few minutes, chewing aggressively like she was taking her frustration out on the food. Then she suddenly gave a start, as if she'd just remembered something important. "Oh, oh!" She turned to me. "My mom called yesterday, and she told me to tell you she went to see your mum." I straightened immediately. "What? She went eventually? Tell me everything." Piper set her fork down and wiped her mouth. "She said she went to speak to your mom herself. When she got there, your mom was very much on edge and jumpy, moving around a lot...." I nodded, remembering how she was the last time I'd been to the house. "Then she said your mom was doing a lot of unnecessary cooking too." I sighed. "My mom likes to cook when she's stressed. It's how she copes." "That's what my mom thought too." Piper nodded. "But your mom kept saying everything was fine, and Peter was treating her well. She even said she was worried about you leaving the house becau

August's POV I got to my hotel and headed straight for the suite. I quickly unlocked the door. When I stepped inside, I found Dona sitting on the couch, cross-legged and looking dejected. Piper was walking around the suite, admiring the French windows and how they overlooked our part of Florida. When Piper saw me, she stopped and glared at me. "How the hell can you afford to stay here? I didn't get a proper look the last time I came." She moved from the kitchen to the bedrooms, then to the bar, touching everything like she was inspecting displays a museum. I raised an eyebrow. "Piper, if you're trying to case the place for a robbery, you're doing a very terrible job." "Ah ha!" She curled her lips in disgust. "There's a reason I never liked you in the first place." I ignored her and went straight to Dona, sat beside her on the couch and stared at her face. She didn't say anything, but there was a look of hopelessness in her eyes that left me feeling empty. It hurt to see that muc