All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NateI zip through the rink, the timer on the score board just seconds from full time.The cheers of the audience are loud in my ears as the defenseman from Harlow University swings into my face.I swivel, barely missing him, and shoot the puck. The goalie snaps his knees together, but not before the puck slides right through and into the net. Immediately, the clock ticks to full time.The crowd erupts in a roar. Cam smashes into me, knocking his helmet against mine with a smile gracing his face behind the small bars.My heart thunders with joy as my team huddles around me, cheering and chanting."Northwood Wolves! Northwood Wolves! Northwood Wolves!"The best way to start the season. With a win.We file out, adrenaline still pumping through my blood and hanging in the air."Who's my bitch?" Elias bellows in the locker room as he slaps my bare shoulders.Gosh, this idiot."I know he isn't," Cam replies from the other side of the locker room, walking toward us."Hey, put your dick awa

Logan I grab my phone from the bedside table and click it on. The time clears on my screen: 7:49 a.m. Fuck. My eyes jerk open, and I snap upright, rushing to the bathroom. In less than five minutes, I wash up without letting a drop of water touch my hair and sprint out of my bedroom. The lodge I'm staying at is a few minutes away from school, but I'm already late for practice, and I'm practically running to school. My eyes travel along the wide field and grounds of the school premises. Where even is the rink? I run into the first building ahead. "Where's the hockey rink?" I ask a random pink-haired girl who looks like she's half awake and was dragged by a horse to wherever she's going. "That way." She points absentmindedly to the right. Well, she didn't say how far, because it's so damn far. I didn't sign up to run a marathon. Only to play hockey, which is considerably worse. Stumbling into the locker room, I'm caught like a deer in headlights. All eyes are on

LoganTossing my dinner into the microwave, I tap the buttons, and it starts to spin behind the glass.Staying at a lodge away from school has its perks. I'm totally alone, and everyone here minds their business, unlike in the dorms.But, of course, there's a but.It makes commuting to and from school all the more stressful. Well, in a few days I'd get assigned a dorm room and start staying at school, finally.I don't think I can fucking wait anymore.It's been three days since that crappy practice session, and it's been hell. All Nate's done so far is ruin everything. He's either ignoring me on the ice, glaring death daggers at me, or, did I forget to mention, making me look like a bad player.At this point, the last thing I need is Coach hassling me for always being late, in addition to Nate's antics.I mean, there's an extent to how early I can wake up. So that dorm assignment needs to come in ASAP.The microwave beeps after a while, and I take out the food.Just a beef wrap.Then,

LoganI snap out of it and swing my punch in return, my knuckles screaming in pain from the impact against the bones of his face.We charge at each other like bulls in an arena, and just as we're about to clash, strong hands hook around my neck and shoulders, pulling me back.The same happens to him, and we're pulled apart. But I'm already writhing to get to him, to scratch his face. Stupid jerk."I'll fucking kill you!" Nate yells, and all I can do is laugh just to spite him. I wanted so badly to hurt him the way he's been hurting me these past few days.All he's done is treat me like an outcast, and he didn't even know me. Just because of a stupid make-out session with a seeming stranger.Admittedly, it was supposed to feel good to get back at him. To draw such unbridled rage from him. To get him back and make him as frustrated as he'd been making me.It did feel good. I think.But my chest is still tight, and when I look at his yelling face, it's not just rage I see.It's hurt.Fea

Nate My eyes squint at the brightness of the morning sun pouring into the living room through the windows. I rub my eyes and just as I am about to move, a hand shoves me and I fall from the couch. No. The couch was never that high. My body thuds on the ground and it doesn't hurt, but I let out a dramatic groan and stick my middle finger up to where I know with all certainty Vik is lying. He didn't have to shove me from his body like that. Then again, I can't blame him. I must have sprawled on him and maybe squished his face. Massaging my face, I get up on my feet and start preparing for school. Oh wait, it's Saturday. Yayyy. I couldn't be more happy right now. Glancing around, I close the still-open laptop and by its side, only one plate of the cookies is lying on the table. Wait... I'm damn sure out of the three plates of cookies, Vik and I ate only one. A thud echoes, and I snap to my right to the second room. The first is past the kitchen and to the other side of the house