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“Exactly. Someone wanted it to look like Hillia.” “And why would Hillia attack Woodhill?” the principal asks. “They wouldn’t,” Lily says immediately. “My uncle is there. As I said someone wanted to make it look like Hillia.” That earns her the room’s attention. She straightens. “Same age as Johanis. Same generation. Same mess. If Hillia wanted war, they wouldn’t start it by risking the bloodline of their ice hockey captain. Believe me, Uncle Tavi would skin them alive.” The principal considers that. Slowly. “So you believe this was a frame.”

I broke into a sweat, despite the coldness of the room. "Yes, that's me." I replied. He looked up from his glasses. Ohh, it wasn't a question. I murmured an unnecessary apology. He stared down at his laptop, continued reading to himself, then looked up. My fingers were gripping tight at the ends of the chair. "You've really caught our attention. The Female hockey player." I didn't know what to say, so I just let him continue. "You broke the rules and did a lot of things that were unregulatory to hockey."

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

“Kenan, you posted a lake, three trees, and Ryan asleep with his mouth open. I know you weren’t exposing me.” “I deleted it.” “The internet discovered screenshots several years ago.” “I still feel terrible.” “I know. Stop.” Someone from the media area called him before he could continue, and I sent him away with another assurance that I wasn’t planning his murder. I almost made it rinkside before someone said, “You’ve got some nerve.” Three girls stood near the front row wearing pieces from the new Mercer Athletics collection, which I appreciated purely from a contractual perspective. I recognized one of them from Northbridge games. She was always near the glass during warm-ups and somehow k

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly strained something and looked away. He was hot, sure. But he was still just a boy. "A loud, sweaty, puck-chasing boy." Little did I know, at that exact moment, the entire hockey team was making a bet that would change everything. Adrian leaned back in his chair, laughing with his teammates. “Fifty bucks says I can fuck Sophia Laurent and bring her to the victory party for all of us,” he announced confidently. The table exploded with laughter and cheers. “No fucking way,” one of the guys laughed. “She’s ice cold. Untouchable. The Trio treats guys like disposable tissues.”

“This is why sports are going downhill. Keep that shit private.” “Rivera just killed his own NBA chances. No team wants that locker room drama.” “Stiles should be benched for the rest of the season. Focus on hockey, not this.” A verified sports analyst with 2.3 million followers had posted a long thread at 4 a.m.: “Look, I’m not against anyone living their truth. But there’s a time and place. Proposing on the ice during a championship celebration? That’s not romance. That’s making your teammates and the entire program part of your personal statement. Universities have conduct policies for a reason.

I walk to my desk looking at the news and I can’t believe what I am reading. “Okay, I can be in your office in twenty minutes,” she says and I don’t say anything as I read the headlines. I can’t believe they are all taking his side. My name is not mentioned, and I know Julien is doing his job the right way, but it all makes me sick. “NHL Thunder. New York’s best hockey goalkeeper released after fake accusations of attempted rape,” I read and my heart is now shattered. He knew about this.

“There's no guarantee it's even true. It's just what it is—a rumor. Why make a mountain out of a molehill?” “It's probably something crafted by someone malicious to ruin the hockey group.” Another person chimed in. Many people also agreed with the notion, but a great percentage of people still had their reservation, choosing to believe it was true. Liora gasped in anger and stormed away, pushing aside a chair in the process. She didn't seem too happy it was taken down. No, she's furious it was taken down. But why? Is she upset with me? I hissed and ran my fingers through my hair. Before I could give myself chances to consider it more, my chair scraped against the floor, and I hurried after h

I called her on the way home and gave her an idea of what happened. “Shhhh, it’s okay. Come here,” she soothes. “I thought you didn’t like the big bad wolf,” she adds, barely holding back a giggle. “This isn’t funny, Zo. I can’t explain it. I don’t know why I care. I’ve never even had a conversation with him, but there’s just something…” I drag my hands down my face, pulling at my eyes like a kid making scary faces. “There are already videos of that hit online. I saw the whole thing. Everything looked crazy tonight. Hockey is tough, but it’s not usually that bad. The league made a statement, and the other guy just has a fine to pay.”