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he said carefully, “but accountability matters too. Some players get treated differently because of who their families are.” My jaw tightened instantly. The reporter pushed further. “You mean because Principal Thorne runs the university?” Jax gave a diplomatic smile that answered everything without technically saying it outright. Social media exploded within minutes. #JusticeForJax started trending locally before midnight. I shut the interview off halfway through. For the first time in years, hockey itself was starting to feel unstable beneath me. Not because I couldn’t play. Because everything around the game was rotting. My phone buzzed against the desk suddenly.

He yelped and let go. “What are you trying to do? slap her?” a deep voice asked. The rescuer stepped into view. Hades Deville Of Bennet Blades. Hockey captain of our school rival. The guy everyone whispered about. “What the hell, man?” one of the older men spat, red-faced. “She’s just some fat chick,” his friend jeered. “You don’t talk to women like that. Show some respect,” Hades barked. “Apologize.” “Uh… I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” the man stammered. His eyes met mine briefly—too briefly—and my heart skipped.

"The same friend who has been all over the school website for the past week? The one everyone is calling disturbed and inappropriate?" "She is not disturbed," I said. "She is a victim. Someone leaked her private writing without permission." "I do not care about the circumstances of how her writing became public," Coach Williams said. "What I care about is one of my star players being photographed kissing her while she is at the center of a massive scandal." "It was just a kiss," I said. "It was not just a kiss," Coach Williams said sharply. "It was a public statement. It was you aligning yourself with someone who has become toxic at this school. And now that toxicity is spreading to the enti

All I saw was her- laughing, her cheeks flushed with adrenaline and pride. Then someone from the judges’ table shouted, “Wait!” The voice cut through the celebration like a whistle. Everyone went quiet, heads turning toward the man holding up one of the volleyballs. His brows furrowed as he rubbed the surface between his fingers, confusion crossing his face. “These are oily,” he said, frowning deeper. “Oh my God. Did Rowan actually cheat?” A murmur spread through the audience and just then whispers rippled like waves. The man continued, now speaking into the mic so everyone could hear. “Wasn’t he a quarterback for years before now? Why would he even think of doing that?”

Framing my parents wasn't enough, but him not accepting defeat was a new low, even for him. Two days ago, I thought we would be competing with Frostfang's female team. Hearing it was their male team made me shudder with laughter as my coach Martinez announced it. "Sorry, the game team has been changed. It's still with Frostfang, but it would be their male team." My teammates had erupted in protests around the locker room that morning. "This is insane!" Zoe had shouted, throwing her helmet down. "Men don't compete against women in professional hockey!" "Tell that to the league," Coach Martinez had replied grimly. "They approved it."

Ryder: I haven’t coached someone before, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t supposed to be physical torture. Ryder: I might actually sue you if this pain doesn’t stop. Ryder: The ice Queen, dragged to court because of the damages she caused. That would be nice to see, don’t you think? Ryder: Also I figured out what strategically challenged means. Ryder: Does that all matter when I’m playing hockey with five other players? A small laugh escaped me before I could even stop it. Harper pointed dramatically. “There!” I stiffened, turning toward her. “There what?”

He shifts it immediately back to his notebook, his brows furrowing even more. He stares into the book for a moment, then takes a step back, walking to the bench and looking into it while I stand there, unsure of what to do. A part of me feels victorious because he’s been making me feel dumb for not being able to play hockey well—I guess you can never be good at everything, I tell myself as a smirk crosses my face. “Fucking math!” he curses as he shuts the book, tossing it onto the bench. Then he looks up, causing me to straighten my face. “Let me see your hand.” When he says this, I realize I just slammed my arm into the wall.

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

"He's not just another shallow jock or college sports player who only cares about parties and winning games." Piper snorted at the word "substance" and waved her spoon at me, flinging a bit of tomato sauce onto the counter. "He's yet to prove all of these to me. Until then, he's just Hockey Boy who got you into a massive scandal that could ruin your entire future."