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"Why are you flipping out?" "Because... because..." Val’s mind was a static mess. It felt like a violation. Had he bought them to laugh at? To mock the "soft" guy who wrote about fated mates while playing a blood sport? If he made one joke—just one—Val was gone. He’d walk back to Valentina’s Bayside Condo and never look at a puck again. "You told me it was all fake," Finn started. "That the sex in books isn't real, and no guy is that good, right?"

He’s just focused on getting the best out of his client, Cicero, and is ready to go the extra mile to do that if he needs to. So, at that time, when the act took place, I found a way to convince him that if Cicero finds out, it will affect his career, knowing he doesn’t play with Cicero’s career. So, he agreed to keep my secret because, as we all know, Cicero is a ticking time bomb. Frank opens the door, and the faint scent of men's cologne, heat, and masculine odor permeates the air. The sight of half-naked hockey players hits me as he leads the way, walking ahead, while good-looking and well-chiseled hockey athletes stare and whistle as we pass them.

"Emma, they're calling you a nepotism case. We can't ignore that." Before Emma could respond, Katie burst through the front door, waving her phone. "Have you seen the hockey blogs?" she demanded. "They're having a field day with this story." "We've seen enough," Emma said grimly. "Well, you need to see this one." Katie pulled up a blog post. "'The Commissioner and the Princess: How Hockey's Power Couple is Rigging the Game.'" "Princess?" Emma's voice rose. "They're calling me a princess?" "Focus," Alek said firmly. "The important thing is controlling the narrative from here."

Nora had pulled three student quotes, including one from a girl who’d been in the car during the DUI stop and was willing to speak on record about the culture of pressure around varsity athletes. Chris, the terrified sophomore, had fact-checked every claim against available public records and flagged two inaccuracies in Daria’s draft before I caught them. I looked at him across the desk. “Good catch,” I said. He smiled. First one I’d seen from him all morning. At ten a.m. we presented. Castillo, Hargrove, and Principal Walker sat in a row at the front table. Walker looked distinctly uncomfortable, which I took as a sign the scenario had been chosen to make him uncomfortable.

“Stop touching my stuff.” The laughing immediately stopped. Carl blinked once, probably surprised by how harsh my tone came out. For a moment, guilt hit me. But it disappeared quickly because Derrick suddenly looked toward us carefully. “Relax, Daniel,” Derrick muttered quietly. “He’s obviously joking.” “Yeah,” Austin scoffed. “Joking like this is exactly why fans think hockey players are gay.” Several guys laughed again. The tightness in my chest returned instantly. Derrick rarely interacts with me. My teammates also never target me. Why is everything changing so fast?

‘Anonymous X’ Going through the post on the account, it's full of pictures, videos of hockey god, Elliot Marcel. Ace player. Thankfully, this platform was meant for students and sporttacular events were only organized by students. Had nothing to do with school officials. I started writing on the page. —Reasons why Elliot shouldn't be crowned hockey king this time. By Anonymous X. 1 . He cheated last time by buying votes. I typed with venom. As I write, the memories flashed. I still remember that night at Elliot's house while we were still dating.

The guy actually blushed as he looked at Jake, cheeks flushed from booze or maybe from Jake himself. Watching them, I wondered how Jake couldn’t see it. How he couldn’t tell that Malachi liked him. Though, who could blame him? Jake was as straight as they come, straighter than an arrow and of course, he thought Malachi was too. Malachi wasn’t out. Not even close. In our world, being a pro athlete and being gay was like skating on cracked ice, one wrong move, and you’re done. Sure, it’s the twenty-first century and all that, but acceptance in sports? Still a goddamn myth.

I grip the phone tighter, my stomach twisting with every new line I read. Ryker Beckonwich Destroys Sister’s Relationship in Club Bathroom Scandal Pro Hockey Player Caught With Sister’s Boyfriend: League Remains Silent Figure Skating Partnership Destroyed by Secret Affair I feel sick. I swipe through the comments. That was a mistake. “Trash. He was literally with Erin yesterday. Disgusting.” “Poor Erin. She deserves better than being humiliated like this.” “Ryker always seemed jealous of their relationship. Now we know why.” “Hope the league drops him.”

"The university tech department confidently said the data was entirely untraceable. My own head coach loudly blamed me for the massive tournament loss, the campus blog officially called me a fraud, and my academic scholarship was placed heavily under review. It was significantly easier to just pack my bags and quietly disappear than to aggressively fight a massive story that literally nobody wanted to believe. He completely erased my entire existence from the ice." Listening to her horrific story, the sheer, undeniable weight of Luca's calculated malice made the blood running through my veins turn to pure ice. It absolutely wasn't an isolated incident fueled by temporary desperation. He was

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.