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The Punch

Maya “Did Leo just punch Hayes?” Chloe’s voice cut through the noise. One second, Northridge was roaring chants, skates, sticks, and the next, silence. “No,” I said, adjusting my camera. “He just ended his career.” Through the viewfinder, everything sharpened to Leo Thorne. Captain, the Ice King, Campus royalty in a navy jersey with a gold “C” like a crown he never took off. He had everything talent, scouts, headlines. People watched him as if he were inevitable. And right now? He didn’t look inevitable. He looked out of control.The game was tight. Score tied, last minutes, tension stretched thin across the rink. Sticks clashed, bodies slammed, blades scraping ice layered under the roar of the crowd. Then Leo drifted toward the corner, chasing the puck. A defender Hayes who is Bigger.The kind of player who relied on force instead of finesse.Hayes was on the ice, blood at his mouth, Leo over him, chest rising, fist clenched like he hadn’t realized yet that the game had stoppe

The Digital Execution

Maya POVThe contract was still warm in my hands. My phone vibrated, then again and it didn’t stop. I frowned, shifting the contract under my arm as I pulled my phone out. Notifications stacked on top of each other so fast that the screen lagged for a second.Northridge Spill. I opened it.[EXCLUSIVE]: The Ice King’s Heart Melts? Sources say Leo Thorne’s rink-side rage was a defense of his secret girlfriend, film student Maya Ellison.I read it twice, then a third time, slower. My name didn’t look like mine anymore,It looked… staged.”You leaked it.”My voice came out quieter than I expected, but it still cut clean through the room. Cassandra didn’t look up from her phone. “Of course we did.”“I haven’t even signed the last page.”“That’s a technicality.”I stared at her. “You turned me into a headline before I agreed to it.”She finally glanced up, calm as ever. “If we waited for your consent, the narrative would’ve already been written without us.”I felt something tight settle in my

The Gilded Cage

Maya POVThe SUV door slammed shut, and just like that, the noise outside disappeared. Inside, it was all leather, silence, and the faint, sharp smell of adrenaline that hadn’t settled yet. My ears rang anyway, like the crowd was still there, still shouting.Leo didn’t let go of my hand. His grip was tight too tight now that no cameras were watching. His palm was damp, fingers locked like he’d forgotten why he was holding on in the first place.I turned my head. He wasn’t looking at me. He was staring straight ahead, eyes fixed on the rearview mirror.Watching something or someone.”Leo,” I said softly “Let go.”He didn’t react. Didn’t blink.The car pulled into traffic smoothly and fast, the outside world sliding past in streaks of gray and gold.“Leo.” This time, he dropped my hand. More like he’d just realized it was there. He shifted away from me, pressing back against the opposite door..Like a line had been drawn. I flexed my fingers once, trying to ignore the lingering warmth.“Th

The Scripted Sip

Maya POV Morning in the Thorne Estate didn’t feel like morning. It felt staged.Light poured through the tall windows in clean, expensive lines, landing on polished floors that looked like no one had ever walked on them without permission. Even the silence felt curated. Controlled. Like if I said the wrong thing, the walls would report it. My phone didn’t stop buzzing.I dragged it off the nightstand and squinted at the screen. Notifications stacked over each other until I couldn’t see the time anymore. The Spill had posted again.A photo filled the screen before I could even brace for it. High resolution. Perfect timing. Leo’s hand on my waist, my body angled toward him as if I belonged there. His head dipped just enough to suggest something private, something soft and real. [Northridge Spill]: THE ICE KING’S FORTRESS OPENS. Leo Thorne brings Maya Ellison home. Is this the real deal or the heist of the century? I let out a short laugh that didn’t sound like mine. “It’s a heist,

The Glass Walls

Maya POV “Chloe, wait!” I pushed through the library doors hard enough for them to slam against the wall, the sound chasing after her down the corridor. She didn’t slow, didn’t turn, just kept walking like stopping would break something she was barely holding together. “Please,” I said, catching up, my breath uneven from the sprint. “Just one second.” She stopped this time.Not because of me. Because she chose to. When she turned, her eyes were red but steady, like she’d already cried and decided she wouldn’t do it again in front of me. “I can’t do this right now, Maya,” she said quietly. No yelling, no accusation, just a wall sliding into place. “I need time. To think. To understand… whatever this is.” “It’s not what it looks like.” “That’s the problem,” she replied, a tired kind of smile pulling at her lips. “I don’t even know what it looks like anymore.” I stepped closer, but she didn’t move this time, didn’t step back either, just stood there like she was bracing h

The Rules of the Lie

Maya By the next morning, the internet had apparently decided I belonged to Leo Thorne.I opened one video and instantly regretted it. Someone had edited slow-motion clips of Leo looking at me at the café, adding soft music and dramatic captions like we were characters in some tragic sports documentary instead of two people being blackmailed into public humiliation. Another account had already made a compilation called The Ice King Melting for Maya Ellison, complete with zoom-ins on his hand brushing mine. There were fan theories about how long we had secretly been dating, threads analyzing body language, and hundreds of comments debating whether I was “good enough” for Northridge hockey royalty. I stared at the screen in disbelief.Few days ago, nobody on this campus noticed me unless they needed someone to hold a boom mic during film projects. Now strangers were arguing over my relationship status before I had even brushed my teeth. A hard knock sounded against the connecting door

The Perfect Couple Disaster

Maya By the time I moved back into my dorm two days later, Northridge had fully lost its mind. Someone had taped printed screenshots of me and Leo across the journalism building hallway like we were celebrities instead of victims of a badly managed public relations stunt. One photo showed him leaning toward me at the café while I glared at him like I wanted to commit a felony. Another had already been turned into a meme. ICE KING FINALLY DEFROSTED. I ripped one down on my way upstairs. My phone buzzed before I even reached my floor. Cassandra: Smile more today. Charity event starts at four. I nearly threw the phone into the stairwell. When I pushed open my dorm door, Chloe was sitting cross-legged on her bed with a laptop balanced on her knees. She looked up immediately, and for one awkward second neither of us spoke. Then she smiled.Not fake. Not forced. Just softer than before. “You’re back.”Something inside my chest loosened a little. “Looks like it.”She closed

Cracks between the ice

Maya Attached beneath the message was a blurry photograph.A woman with dark hair stepping into a black sedan.My blood turned cold instantly.Because even through the grainy image, I recognized Leo’s eyes. The photo stayed in my head for three straight days.No matter how many times I told myself to ignore it, the image kept resurfacing at the worst moments. A dark-haired woman stepping into a black sedan. Grainy security-camera quality. Blurry enough to question, clear enough to haunt. Leo’s mother.Or at least the woman I was almost certain was Leo’s mother. The anonymous texts had stopped feeling random. There was intent behind them now, like someone was carefully feeding me pieces of a story they wanted uncovered. Which meant one thing.Someone wanted Leo watched. I sat cross-legged on my dorm bed at nearly midnight with my laptop open and headphones hanging around my neck while old Northridge news articles glowed across the screen. Most of them were useless. Charity galas.

The enemy of my enemy

Maya By Monday morning, the internet had decided Jax Miller was the better version of Leo Thorne.Not better at hockey.Better at being human.I discovered that while sitting in film theory class pretending to care about documentary ethics while secretly scrolling through sports blogs under the desk. THORNE LOSING CONTROL? IS JAX MILLER THE REAL FUTURE OF NORTHRIDGE HOCKEY? WHY FANS ARE TURNING ON THE ICE KING The articles were brutal in the polished way online media always was. Leo was described as volatile, emotionally unstable, reckless under pressure. Jax, meanwhile, was suddenly being praised as calm, charismatic, and dependable.Campus had started choosing sides.And the worst part?Jax liked it. I saw it during practice that afternoon.He laughed louder whenever reporters hovered nearby. He stayed behind after drills to answer extra questions. Even his posture had changed slightly, shoulders straighter now, confidence sharpening into something more ambitious. Leo noticed too.

Behind Closed Doors

Maya The second I realized the photograph was gone, every nerve in my body went cold because this wasn’t random dorm vandalism or some stupid campus prank pulled by bored students looking for gossip, this was targeted, deliberate, and terrifyingly specific, which meant someone hadn’t just entered my room looking for trouble, they had entered looking for that photo and they knew I had it. I checked the drawers again anyway, my hands shaking harder each time I pulled them open because panic makes people stupid and desperate enough to believe reality might somehow change if they search twice, but the result stayed the same, the blurry picture of Leo’s mother entering the black sedan had vanished completely while everything else remained untouched. No laptop stolen.No camera taken.No money missing.Just the photograph.A sharp knock hit the dorm door before I could think further.I nearly jumped out of my skin. Then Chloe’s voice came through the wood. “Maya?” I rushed forward and ope

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