All Chapters of Puck me. I’m yours: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liam:My day began with class, then practice. As always, the ice was empty during the early hours, with just me, Derek, and a few others rolling around. Hendrick hadn't arrived, so we took time to warm up and crack jokes, which somehow ended up around Violet."So, how was it?" Derek asked as he skated over to the bench and grabbed a bottle of water, with me following right behind him."How was what?" I asked, feigning ignorance, but Derek has always been very good at reading me like a book."The date, obviously," he half snapped."Well..." I muttered, picking up my bottle of water, but before I could uncap it, Derek reached forward and snatched it out of my hands."Don't give me that, Liam Carter...I want more information," he almost purred."You want gossip? Since when have you been invested in love affairs?" I half groaned. He was more of a menace than the online blogs that hadn't stopped sending invite emails for some interview."Oh, come on. I just want to keep up, and what's bett

Liam:The first half of the game just wrapped up, so Derek and I made our way toward the locker room. The plan was to grab a bottle of water, then head to the bathroom. As we walked past the locker room, I heard it before I saw who said it."Of course, it's just a trend. They'll be over before the season's out."My legs paused briefly."You said it like you're scared of him. We all know it's a trend; whatever they're trying to prove doesn't matter. A fake will always be a fake." A loud snort followed."Yeah. ViLiam, my ass."Another loud snort.I turned before my head could fully figure out my next move. Leaning against his locker was Reyes, third-line winger, and standing beside him was Patrov, grinning like an idiot.My jaw tightened. "Say that again."The words came out clean. Reyes's smirk dropped too fast for the amusement he'd just been spreading."Nothing, man," he half-joked. But it wasn't anything to me. It was about my future and the standing of the woman I'd dragged into my

Liam:The kiss ended, but the world didn't come back all at once. Cameras kept flashing, the band kept playing, reporters continued with their questions, and the fans cheered even harder, and none of it registered for a moment. I stood there, Violet in my arms, her lips barely inches from mine, and my breath came in shallow gasps like an idiot after a first kiss. The bottom line said fake; the woman in my arms was doing it to provoke her ex and me… All I could think is fake can never taste so good."Get a room, people," Derek muttered somewhere behind me. It was then that it clicked: the cameras were still capturing everything, questions still flying around. I looked at the woman in my arms; she stepped away just enough for us to walk in but close enough to make the news companies' fists clench so hard I feared their knuckles would turn white."Carter." Marcus's voice was pleasant, a little too pleasant, but his composure couldn't lie."Marcus," I said plainly. He didn't offer a hand,

Violet:The interview room was smaller than I expected. Inside, Dr. Whitfield sat behind a single desk, a laptop open before her, her eyes on the screen, fingers rapidly punching the keyboard."Hello," I greeted calmly, smoothed my skirt, and sat down. She didn't look up, not immediately, and for those five seconds my heart pounded so loud and my hands trembled so much I had to clench a corner of my skirt just to keep it from being noticed."Ms. Hart," Dr. Whitfield said, still without looking up. "Rough night?""What?" I blurted out, unsure what she was referring to. Just then she looked up from the screen, her hands settling calmly on the keyboard, typing stopped."You're wearing yesterday's mascara, and there's a photo of you at the gala circulating from twelve hours ago.""Oh." Was all I could manage. Of course there'd be pictures; the reporters had taken tons. But the mascara, I'd cleaned up to the best of my ability, though, not proud to say, I hadn't done a clean job. So I forc

Liam:Everything had been postponed, including Hendricks' meeting, pushed to the coming Thursday, which now felt heavier just days away instead of one. Deep down, I felt a little relief knowing that, but then again, things happened on the night of the gala. It spread too fast.Derek and I just made sure Amara and Violet got home safely. Violet insisted she could manage, but I still couldn't let them drive home alone, so while she drove in front, I followed behind with a semi-drunk Derek in my driver's seat. He didn't stop talking the whole way about how hurt he was, how Amara had ignored him all night. The hurt in his voice felt deep, but I wasn't sure if it was about Amara or about me. Either way, I watched Violet walk Amara up to her apartment, and once the lights finally clicked off, I drove home with a now-sleeping Derek.We got home safe. I practically carried the big baby out of my car into the guest bedroom, and the moment his body hit the comfort of the mattress, he kicked off