تسجيل الدخولWHITNEY.Throughout the drive to the hospital, I keep telling myself I am only visiting Jayden because I miss him, even though I know it is not completely true. Ever since the party, the conversation I overhear keeps replaying inside my head. I hear those hockey players laughing as they talk about Jayden and Carlos like they once knew each other. I keep trying to convince myself they are lying, but the memory refuses to leave me alone. I need Jayden to tell me they are wrong so I can finally stop thinking about it.When I walk into his room, he smiles the moment he sees me."Hey.""Hey."He studies my face for a bit. "You don’t look good. Are you alright?”“Yeah,” I say, trying to force a smile. "I've just been tired."He pats the chair beside his bed."Come sit."I do, forcing myself to smile back. The doctors have already removed most of the equipment around him, and he looks stronger every time I visit. Anyone walking into the room would probably think everything is getting better
WHITNEYI tell myself I am only going to the party to find answers.That is the excuse I repeat while standing outside a large house already shaking with loud music. Cars line both sides of the street, and students crowd the front yard with drinks in their hands. Laughter spills through the open windows, mixing with the heavy beat of the music. I do not belong here. Almost everyone inside either plays hockey or is friends with someone who does. But if Carlos is really hiding something, someone here is bound to know it.Devin walks beside me with his hands in his jacket pockets."You sure about this?""I have to be.""We can still leave."I shake my head."No."He studies my face for a second."Then don't do anything reckless.""I won't."The moment we step inside, warm air mixed with the smell of pizza and soda hits my face. Students are talking so loudly that nobody notices two more people walking through the door. Some are dancing in the living room while others are crowded around t
CARL I spend the whole day watching the clock instead of listening to my teachers. Every class feels longer than the one before it, and every minute gives me another reason to change my mind. I tell myself to stay quiet because silence has protected people for months already. But every time I picture Whitney chasing answers she does not understand, I feel the same knot tighten inside my chest. If I do nothing, someone else will eventually notice what she is doing, and those people will not protect her the way I have been trying to.When the final bell rings, students flood into the hallways, laughing as they hurry toward the parking lot. I wait until the crowd begins to thin before following Whitney from a distance. She walks alone today with her backpack hanging over one shoulder, looking completely unaware that I am behind her. My heart pounds harder with every step because I already know this conversation will end badly. Still, I cannot walk away."Whitney."She stops.For a secon
DEVIN.I cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong.It starts as a small thought after Whitney tells me about another strange conversation with Jayden. At first, I try to convince myself that I am just overthinking everything. People change after something terrible happens. Trauma can make anyone act differently. But the more I replay everything in my head, the less those answers satisfy me. Every road somehow leads back to the same question.What is everyone hiding?School ends early that Friday, but instead of going home, I walk straight to the administration building. The hallways are almost empty, and the silence makes every footstep sound louder than it really is. I already know the school keeps digital records for almost everything. Attendance, visitor check-ins, disciplinary reports, newspaper articles, event schedules. If there is something everyone has missed, maybe it is still buried somewhere nobody thinks to look.Mrs. Lewis, the school librarian, smiles when she se
WHITNEY.The arena is louder than I have ever heard it before. Students fill every seat wearing school colors, parents wave banners from the stands, and alumni cheer as if this game decides the whole season. The air feels alive with excitement, but my stomach is tight for a different reason. I know something almost nobody else knows. The other team has already seen one of our team's biggest strategy sheets because I am the one who sends it to them.Devin sits beside me and leans closer."You okay?"I nod."I'm fine.""You don't sound fine.""I just... want this to be over."He studies my face for a moment before looking back at the ice."It'll be worth it."I tell myself he is right.The players skate onto the ice, and the crowd explodes with cheers. Even without the captain's title, Carlos leads the team onto the rink. His jersey no longer carries the letter that once made everyone admire him. Seeing that empty space should make me happy.Instead, it only reminds me how much has alre
CARLOS.I almost laugh when I read the notice taped outside the principal's office.Students involved in recent disciplinary incidents must attend a mandatory community outreach program this Saturday.I already know why my name is there. Losing the team's confidential strategy and failing to protect school property are enough reasons, even though nobody can prove I did anything wrong. I sigh, fold the paper, and shove it into my pocket. At least it is only one day.I am wrong.The moment I arrive at the ice arena Saturday morning, I see Whitney standing with Devin near the entrance.My heart sinks.Of all the people in this school, it has to be her.She notices me at the exact same moment, and her expression hardens immediately."You've got to be kidding."I quietly mutter, "Looks like we're unlucky."She folds her arms."I'd rather work alone.""So would I."Before either of us can say another word, Mrs. Parker, the teacher organizing the event, claps her hands for everyone's attenti
My lips part slightly to answer his question, but no words come out.My expression falters as I swallow hard, realizing my words are stuck in my throat. He maintains unwavering eye contact with me, anticipating my answer.His green eyes are piercing into mine intently, and they linger on my parted
"You coming?" Carl looks back from the driver's side when I don't step out of the car like he just did.I shake my head firmly. "Absolutely not."He frowns, curious, holding the side of the door and peering at me. "Why not?""The last thing I want is to be seen with you," I say, even though I'm bar
Safe to say, my plans have tragically gone south.I've been caught by the devil — something that wasn't supposed to happen tonight.My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the monster hovering above me. His dark eyes are menacing as he stares right back at me, intrigue written across his features
"You came for revenge. Too bad you're about to get fucked instead," he says darkly against my lips, waves of heat blazing through my traitorous body at his deep, husky voice.I stifle a moan as his hand smoothly glides down my stomach to cup my core. The sensation is intoxicating, but I hate it.I







