Hockey Booktok Controversy 소설 & 이야기

Elias blinked and then pointed back to Lukas and Viktor. "I thought everybody knew." And silence. Then Nikola screamed. "That's true! We all did!" And the room dissolved into chaos again. By evening, the league had a different problem because now sports pages were discussing hockey and Lukas. And Viktor. And hockey. And Lukas. And Viktor... mostly Viktor... especially Viktor. And apparently people had become fascinated by the way he looked at Lukas, which Lukas unfortunately discovered, and now he spent twenty minutes staring at photographs. Trying to figure out what everyone meant.

reads one headline. Another article is titled "Suspicious Officiating Mars Important Hockey Match." I keep scrolling and find more articles questioning the fairness of the referees and pointing out the obvious bias toward the Rival Fangs. Reading these makes me feel slightly better—at least the majority of people who watched could see what really happened out there. "Golden Girl Luna Faces Unfair Treatment in Controversial Game," reads another headline, accompanied by photos of Sarah and Maya tackling me while the referee looked the other way. I'm so absorbed in reading the coverage that I don't notice Cassie stirring until she taps my arm gently.

“How were you able to go through all four levels and be so high-skilled in hockey and still not be able to shift?” Seriously, that had been one of the things going on in my head ever since I saw that file. I didn't really understand how possible that was. And if I had known, I would have just sat my ass down because it automatically meant that I would have to brew him from scratch. He shrugged, rolling his eyes. “Maybe because I'm not interested in shifting.” He was still acting nonchalant. That's okay. “Well…” I slid my hand into my pocket. “Bad for you… because I don't need your interest. And the council certainly doesn't need your fucking interest too,” I spat.

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

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.

“And for what? A suspended hockey player everyone thinks is hiding steroid problems?” My grip tightened around my bag strap. “Scouts are already pulling away,” Tiffany added with a shrug. “Funny how fast people stop defending someone once their reputation starts collapsing.” The hallway buzzed louder around us. “Guess she picked the wrong player after all.” That one hit harder than it should have. Tiffany smiled when she noticed my expression change. “How’s suspended-boyfriend life treating you, Hazel?” A guy nearby snorted loudly and the group burst into laughter. My body moved before my brain could catch up.

"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

A scoff followed after, almost like she didn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, “You can’t be serious. It’s hockey!! A game of champions. Blake University has had the best team for years. We almost made it to the playoffs last year even, there’s no way you came in here without wanting to— “No.” I shook my head, “I think hockey is a game for losers.” “Aria!!” I remained defiant on my stance, “You heard me. I think hockey sucks, the concept of the whole game sucks, I think it’s a waste of student resources and the school’s money. I did my research and the school pumps a whole load into the team, which I think is pathetic. So you heard me loud and clear—Hockey is a game for losers.” I

"Explain how you're going to look into a camera and tell them I was just an experiment? Explain how you're going to erase me to secure your precious NHL contract?" "It's not about the contract!" he roared, his voice cracking, bouncing off the walls and vibrating right through the floorboards. He ran his hands through his messy hair, tugging at the roots in pure frustration. "It's about keeping you alive! You think I was just reading hate comments, Jules? You think this is just about hockey?" He lunged forward, grabbing the laptop off the coffee table and shoving the screen toward my face. My eyes darted to the glowing monitor, and the breath completely vanished from my lungs. It wasn't a gos

she added. "We don't deny it with words. We kill it with data," I said, leaning over the laptop. "The article claims Aaron was throwing a tantrum over contract disputes. But the truth is, the Blizzard community foundation just finalized the purchase of a new youth hockey rink in South Chicago yesterday morning. Aaron is the primary donor."