Ice Guy Incredibles Novels & Stories

he says, like he’s asking me to pass the salt. I blink. “Excuse me?” “Rumors follow me like flies. Girls whisper, guys stare, teachers wait for me to snap. People love a villain story.” His gaze sharpens. “But if I’m with you, little Miss Smart Girl, scholarship material, suddenly I’m not just trouble. I’m redeemable.” My jaw drops. “You’re insane.” “And in exchange,” he continues smoothly, ignoring me, “I help you win that scholarship. You get back on the ice, I train you, push you, whatever it takes. We both get what we need.”

“It is working.” Mack turned to face him. “Eli, listen to me. You are the best goalie on this team. You have worked too hard to let him take that away from you. Tomorrow, when you step on the ice, you are not playing for him. You are not playing for me. You are playing for yourself.” Eli’s eyes burned. “What if I am not good enough?” “You are.” “You do not know that.” “Yes, I do.” Mack stepped closer. “Because I have watched you for ten years. I have seen you fail and get back up. I have seen you face worse odds than a playoff game. You are good enough, Eli. You always have been.”

His thumb hesitated over a video from one of the team's media interviews. “Leon Fisher, the most annoying man alive,” Noa muttered under his breath. Then pressed play. Leon appeared on the screen, dressed in his training jersey. "We haven't played our best game, but we’re working harder. Next week, we're going to beat the Young Titans." “Oh my god,” he whispered as his eyes widened. Noa replayed the sentence again and again. Then he paused it. His brows furrowed. "No way."