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She picked up her book and shut it close the next second. “Damn Emily, way to kill the vibe,” Joseph mouthed. “You are a piece of shit, Joseph. Shut the fuck up and go back to gooning on animated series,” Emily jabbed. As Joseph cleared his throat and pretended to act unbothered, Chris walked into the class, reading the thick awkward tension. Our eyes met but I quickly looked away as he breathed in and pressed his lips together. “Another puppet,” Deej scoffed in a whisper. Chris walked to his seat, pumping his shoulders up and muttered. “I guess the theory is true. The football team and the hockey team are sworn to hate each other and it transcends their relationship.”

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?”

Jessica reminded me in a frantic, hushed tone. I smirked, remembering the sheer thrill of it. An hour ago, Jessica and I had snuck into campus and broken into the hockey team's locker room. It hadn't been hard to guess which locker belonged to Saxton. The arrogant prick practically had his name carved into the metal in bold letters. Armed with nothing but a pair of bobby pins and my own stubbornness, I had opened the lock in seconds and carefully loosened the nuts on his favorite skates. "Don't you think that's a little too dangerous, Sarah? What if he gets seriously injured? He has a massive game on Monday,"

The sharp clattering sound barely registered in my mind as Ann’s words echoed over and over in my head like a deafening alarm. Lucas and Jessica were in a compromising position? Were they kissing? Fucking on the couch? Anything and everything sounds like compromising to me including relaxing and cuddling on the couch while seeing a romcom. I leaned down, picked up the phone, and jammed the power button to shut it off completely, ignoring Ann’s muffled, panicked shouts asking if I was still on the line.

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

If I dwell too much on Serena’s smug face, I might actually puke. I make my way back to the hockey rink, spotting Mia and Lily in the stands. Mia shoves a bucket of popcorn in my lap the second I plop down between them. “You took forever. What were you doing, solving world peace?” she asks, crunching loudly on a kernel. I snort. “Something like that. Just needed to clear my head.” Mia motions to the rink. “Well, while you were busy meditating or whatever, Alpha Lucas is killing it. Finals are totally gonna be him versus Alpha Ethan.”

"You already know that Avery sucks at this game. She was recruited by the Hockey team of her former school because she was dating the captain. Besides, look at her teammates." The three of them glanced at us as if we were complete newbies in Hockey. They were right. "Yeah, don't doubt Kate," Sophie said. "She was not doing well on the Hockey team that was why she made them cancel the tournament!" Kate smirked. "Let's destroy them." Whistling through her necklace, the referee signaled the start of the game. We stood face to face while the referee held the puck between us. Kate and I focused our gaze on the puck, determined to get a head start.

"I know better, ma." Her eyes searched mine for a second, trying to determine if I was lying. But after a while, she nodded. "Travis and Zahara are getting closer. How could you let that happen?" She hissed. "Do you not care one bit at your future? You can't be stupid enough to rely on hockey. Remember how that ended for_" "Enough." I cut her off. The fury that welled deep inside me made the throb in my head worse. "I'm working on it."

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."

Liora Devereux POV “Another!,” I ordered drunkily, the bartender stared at me with pityness in his eyes. “Miss, you are drunk. You have to stop…,” “i am not drunk!,” I cried, slamming my chubby hands on the bar table, the bartender rolled his eyes and passed me the glass cup. I downed it, as I wept bitterly. I was here to congratulate my boyfriend of five years for winning the hockey game, his team's slot to the finals and today was also our anniversary. Another chance of him getting drafted into the NFL