All Chapters of Puck me. I’m yours: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Liam:Silverford Metropolitan Ice City glittered under the morning sun like little crystals. It looked the same as the previous season, but something about the road trip had added another touch to the city's beauty. While I was used to flying in, this time I could watch the ice melt beneath the car tires, the city already draped in Ashgrove's banners as if they'd anticipated our win before we'd even arrived. The weather ran much colder than Ashgrove's usual drizzling rain. Sponsor banners hung flying despite the light snow; billboards carried Ashgrove's logo, our faces plastered across every one of them alongside other teams. It wasn't only us who were excited; the entire nation seemed to be waiting for this year's champions with real eagerness.The ride to our assigned hotel was quick, and at the entrance stood a giant billboard with a clear message. Welcome Ashgrove Goats to Silverford. I couldn't help but smile the moment I noticed it. The others rushed to the windows, some snappi

Liam: I didn't sleep well after the little charade in Violet's suite. Maybe it was because she found me attractive under scented smoke or how she smiled and refused to leave me, whatever it was. I found myself thinking about it all through the night, so much so that when I finally decided to sleep, it was well past bedtime, with so little time left before the ear-drowning whistle of the coach would echo. Still, I slept, and as expected, waking up wasn't easy. My eyes carried dark circles, and my bones ached in places they shouldn't, while Derek kept staring at me all through warm-up like I had something on my face.The moment we rounded up and he stepped closer, away from the others, I quickly grabbed his hand. "What... why are you eyeing me like I've grown a second head?" I asked sternly, but I didn't receive an answer at first. What came first was a hard giggle, then he stared at me for a minute before deciding to speak."You're doing the thing," he whispered, and I raised an impat

Liam:The impact came from nowhere, yet my vision made it feel like it came from every angle. I'd expected him to do something, but I hadn't calculated his courage going this far. For a full second, the world tilted sideways before the ice rose up beneath me and my body hit the cold floor, unable to make out the thundering voices rushing toward me. I blinked, my head tilting toward the family section; she was already on her feet, tears already falling. My hand reached toward her direction, but too many people crowded over me too fast, everything blurring. I waited for the pain, but nothing came—just a strange numbness, no pain like the last time. I tried moving my legs, and with ease they moved, and then my hands moved too. I blinked, and above me everyone had gone quiet."Don't move him yet," someone said, the voice carrying a worried echo. I didn't feel any urge to move, so I said nothing."Carter... can you hear me?" the paramedic asked, and I nodded. Unlike the last time, my neck

Violet:I stood at the corner, legs refusing to move forward, listening to words I hadn't meant to hear. Marcus was no longer ashamed and dared to threaten Liam in a hallway lined with cameras. I listened until my legs went numb, the supplies Amara had given me to deliver to the team growing heavier with every passing minute. By the time Marcus's door slammed shut behind Liam, my hands had already started trembling.I drew in a long breath. I didn't have time to process the words right away; there was still so much to be done, so I quickly made my way toward Liam's door, intending to knock and deliver his package, but my hand froze halfway before it could hit the frame.I hadn't caught much of what he'd said, but I'd caught enough. What did he mean by, Taron said I have to be cordial? I'm being cordial. I knew they were talking about his father, and the tone he'd used answering that call hadn't sounded friendly or the least bit loving; it had sounded more like a man speaking to his wo

Violet:Morning came with a new light, the rays settling on the curtains, and I watched it rise slowly from bottom to top. I woke up early, though since my session with Marcus wasn't until morning and Derek's wasn't until noon, there was no hurry. I took my time getting ready. I woke up feeling light, like a heavy weight had lifted off my shoulders overnight. While I ate breakfast, I hummed a little tune, swaying in the bathroom as I showered, and even flipped my hair for no reason at all. This feeling was an old friend I hadn't seen in a while; I couldn't quite remember the last time I'd felt it—maybe three years ago, maybe two. Life with Marcus never gave me happiness like this.By the time ten o'clock came, I was already seated and waiting for Marcus Webb. He walked in with the kind of calm that made you feel things were already going wrong without a single word spoken. He slumped into the chair, gaze never leaving mine. For a moment I waited for a greeting, and when none came, I