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I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

She smirked, and I gasped, pressing a hand against my chest. “That was terrifying. How could you say something so scary? Now, I'm so scared.” I chuckled softly. “You're crazy, Noah.” How could I not be when I'm with you? My phone pinged with a text, and I hesitantly reached for it. The official date for this year's NHL match has been released. Vivianne's phone lit up, and she picked it up, her eyes brightened and brows furrowed as they glued to her phone screen.

"If Marcus Vance wishes to pursue a formal conduct review based on a hallway argument, we will counter-file for corporate harassment, and we will enter Mr. Thorne’s specific, physical testimony regarding the events of last night into the public court record. I believe the NHL network sponsors would find those specific details... highly disruptive to their morning broadcast." Arthur Vance stared at Jaxson for three long, agonizing seconds. But the hockey captain didn't blink. He sat like an iron wall, his hand still wrapped securely around Liam's arm, his amber eyes burning with a territorial fury that proved he would quite literally ruin his own multi-million-dollar franchise status just to

“No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that." “Okay, no problem. I will just simply send this photo straight to George Kensington, Noah's father.” Tobias snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “And then I'll leak it to every major news outlet in the city. Let's see how fast your shiny new rink gets bulldozed to the ground.” He scoffed. “And let's see what happens to your precious hockey career when everyone finds out the Northcott captain is a faggot who sells his body to his rival for cheap money like a freaking prostitute.”

The visitor’s locker room in Vancouver was cold. ​The air smelled of old sweat and synthetic cleaning wax. ​Rhys sat in his stall near the center wall, his gray training shirt damp. The game was three hours away, but the tension inside the team was already a physical pressure. ​Miller and Henderson, the two veteran defensemen, stood five feet away. They held a digital tablet, their faces serious and aggressive. ​"Keller," Miller said, his voice flat. "The Vancouver sports blogs just leaked an audio recording from your Chicago rehab sessions last year. You are heard telling the team doctors that the Seattle franchise is a marketing brand that doesn't understand hockey."

“Kenan, you posted a lake, three trees, and Ryan asleep with his mouth open. I know you weren’t exposing me.” “I deleted it.” “The internet discovered screenshots several years ago.” “I still feel terrible.” “I know. Stop.” Someone from the media area called him before he could continue, and I sent him away with another assurance that I wasn’t planning his murder. I almost made it rinkside before someone said, “You’ve got some nerve.” Three girls stood near the front row wearing pieces from the new Mercer Athletics collection, which I appreciated purely from a contractual perspective. I recognized one of them from Northbridge games. She was always near the glass during warm-ups and somehow k

“Riot Kane and Julian Voss Caught in Explicit Gay Encounter — NHL’s Hottest Rivalry Turns Romantic?” Management called us in for an emergency meeting. The coach looked exhausted. The GM looked pissed. They gave us the speech: “Image concerns,” “Sponsor pressure,” “Possible suspension if it distracts the team.” We were given two choices: deny everything and “cool it off,” or come out publicly and deal with the firestorm. We didn’t even discuss it in the room. Ryder just grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed hard. When they asked for our answer, I looked them dead in the eye and said:

Like the absurdity of it all had finally hit her. "You're actually insane," she said. "Probably," I agreed. My phone kept buzzing. Orders. Comments. Think pieces about female sexuality and shame and the commodification of intimacy. People were actually having real conversations about what happened instead of just screaming at me. And they were buying the book. By the thousands. Hours later, after Valentina had called three more times and my publisher had sent a cease-and-desist email that I promptly ignored, I finally stood up and walked over to Mila.

By‍ Monday morning, Camero‌n Hayes w⁠as trending for reasons that ha‍d nothing to do with hockey. ‘#Came‌naScandal’ sa⁠t at the t‍op of every sport⁠s blog'⁠s fe‍ed, the parking lot kiss dissected f⁠ra⁠me‌ by fr⁠ame, paired now with older photos someone had d‌ug up, the rink, the team dinner,‍ months of moments ne⁠ither of them had rea‍lized were being documented. A ta‍bloid ran the‌ headline ‘HOCK‌EY'‌S⁠ GOLDEN BOY'S FORBIDDEN STEPSISTER RO⁠MANCE⁠’, and it spread faster than anything Lena had eve‌r se‌en move⁠ online.

"I want to be drafted in the first round of the NHL this upcoming spring, which means I have absolutely no free time to waste on college parties or casual dating. Because I actively avoid the campus dating scene entirely, massive rumors have started circulating around the school that I am secretly gay." "Are you actually gay?" I asked honestly, feeling very confused by his straightforward admission. "No, I am not gay, but I also do not care about what random students say about my personal life," Connor answered, shaking his head slightly. "However, the sports media and the professional NHL scouts are starting to pay intense attention to the relentless campus gossip. The scouts do not care ab