LOGIN(Athena's POV)
Shame!
That was all I felt before I could even open my eyes. It was heavy and ugly, like my body remembered before my mind could register.
And when I finally blinked awake, the white ceiling above me swam into focus.
I was at the College hospital.
Great.
I let out the smallest breath and immediately wished I hadn't because the second I moved, everything came rushing back into my head.
The rink, the crowd, Luca, sienna, laughter, the lake, a hand grabbing me, water choking my lungs, a deep voice, rough and annoyed, right before everything went black.
“You really picked the worst lake on campus to make a dramatic exit.”
I shut my eyes again.
God! If I stayed still long enough, maybe I'd disappear.
“Don’t even think about pretending to be dead again.”
Tessa.
I cracked one eye open and there she was, sitting in the chair beside my bed with her arms crossed so tight she looked ready to snap in half. Her curls were a mess, her eyeliner smudged, and her expression?
A murder!
Maybe for me, for Luca, or for the entire male species, probably.
And I looked away instantly. “I’m awake,” I muttered.
“No kidding.” Her voice shook and that was what made me look back. Tessa was angry, yeah. She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were red.
She'd been crying and it made the guilt so hard I almost sat up. “I'm sorry.”
“Oh, now you’re sorry?” she snapped, leaning forward. “Athena, what the hell is wrong with you?”
I flinched.
“Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t you dare do that. Don’t you dare look at me like I’m being mean because I’m not. You jumped into a freezing lake over a boy. A boy?.” She pointed at me like she was accusing me in court. “Do you know how insane that is?”
My throat tightened and I tried to look away. “I know.”
“No, I don't think you do.” Her eyes filled again. “Because if you did, you wouldn't have done something that stupid!”
I stared at the blanket over my legs. It was easier than looking at her. Easier than seeing what I’d done to someone who actually loved me.
The room went quiet for a second, then Tessa sighed and when she spoke again, her voice was softer now.
“Honestly, I am mad at you,” she said. “I'm so mad at you I could scream. But if you ever scare me like that again, I'll actually bury you myself.”
A weak laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Tessa rolled her eyes and reached over to smack my arm lightly, then she squeezed it.
And just like that, I wanted to cry.
“I hate him,” she muttered.
I swallowed hard. “Good.”
“No, like, truly.” She sat back in her chair, her jaw tight. “I hope Luca Ryder gets hit by his own ego. I hope his skates break mid-game. I hope his face card declines. I hope his stupid hairline starts running.”
That got a real laugh out of me while Tessa’s mouth softened for half a second and then my phone started buzzing on the side table.
Once, twice, three times, then non fucking stop.
I turned my head toward it and Tessa moved faster. “No.”
I frowned. “Tess…”
“No.”
She snatched the phone before I could reach it and held it against her chest like she was protecting me from a bomb.
Which, honestly, was fair. “Tessa.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Give me my phone.”
“No.”
I stared at her and she stared back.
Then another buzz, and another, and another, And another.
I already knew. Still, I held my hand out. “Give it to me.”
Her face changed. The fight went out of it, leaving behind something that looked too much like pity.
I hated that more than anything, then slowly, she handed it over.
The screen lit up before I even unlocked it with notifications, messages and tags everywhere.
I opened the first thing I saw. It was the campus blog and the headline made my stomach drop into tiny pieces.
“WESTBRIDGE’S ICE QUEEN MELTS DOWN AFTER PUBLIC REJECTION.”
Below it was a video of me, standing there like an idiot while Luca called Sienna, then another clip of me dragging him away, then his laugh, Sienna's laugh, me standing there while everyone laughed at me.
My hand shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone because the comments were worse.
“She’s crazy.”
“Wait, she thought he wanted her?”
“This is actually embarrassing.”
“Did she really throw the game for him?”
I clicked out so fast my chest hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Tessa whispered.
I laughed, but it came out so jagged. “No, it’s fine. It’s only my entire life.”
“Athena. …”
Another notification slid down and this time, it was from Coach.
My stomach sank before I even opened it. “Due to recent conduct that has brought significant negative attention to the team and athletic department, Westbridge has decided to terminate my position on the roster effective immediately.”.
Not even suspension or a review. I was done?
I stared at the screen until the words blurred and Tessa made a strangled sound. “That bastard.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s my fault.”
“Don’t start.”
“It is.” My voice cracked. “I threw the game. I made a scene. I gave them every reason.”
“You were manipulated.”
“I still did it.”
I had done this.Luca may have lit the match, but I handed him the fuel.
My phone buzzed again and I almost ignored it, then I noticed it wasn’t a text.
It was an email from an unknown sender. I frowned and opened it.
The subject line was simple. “We need a coach.”
I blinked because below it was even shorter. “You know the game. You know Ryder. Coach us.”
And then, at the bottom, the name of the team.. I sat up so fast my IV tugged while Tessa's eyes widened as she leaned over. “what?”
I turned the screen toward her and the second she read it, her whole face changed.“No way.”
“What?”
She looked at me, then back at the phone like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.“That’s Ashford’s team.”
I frowned. “Ashford?”
“Jeremiah Ashford,” she said like I should know exactly who that was. “Westmore’s nightmare. The one Luca keeps beating in finals. The psycho with anger issues and a fan club. People say he’s weird as hell. Talented, but weird. And if that’s really his team…” She looked back at the email. “Why would they want you?”
I stared back at the screen, something immediately coursing through my mind as my fingers tightened around the phone. “Tessa.”
She looked up and my heart was pounding again.
“If I asked you to help me sneak out of this hospital and go see what they want…” I swallowed. “Would you think I’ve completely lost my mind?”
ATHENAFrost coated my eyelashes, sealing them together with heavy, frozen crusts.My only goal right now was surviving the next sixty seconds. The Los Angeles night outside was supposed to be warm, but inside the Ashford arena, the industrial HVAC system roared like a jet engine. Sub-zero air blasted directly from the overhead vents, chewing through my thin jacket and biting directly into my bones.Dragging my body across the dark rubber matting, the friction scraped the skin completely off my knees. I needed shelter. The open hallway was a wind tunnel of freezing death.Hitting the wooden edge of the home team penalty box, I hauled my dead weight over the low bench.Curling into a tight ball on the floorboards, violent, uncontrollable shivers wrecked my entire body. My teeth cracked against each other. The darkness swallowed everything, broken only by the tiny, useless green standby lights on the overhead jumbotron.Clack. Clack. Clack.The sharp sound of hard-soled dress shoes hitt
JEREMIAHI ripped the athletic tape cleanly off the roll, the sharp sound echoing off the concrete walls.Sitting in the corner stall of the Ashford locker room, I wrapped the blade of my composite stick. The room smelled of fresh sweat, floor wax, and intense, quiet focus. Friday’s qualifier was barely forty-eight hours away. My singular goal was keeping this roster completely insulated from the academic warfare currently trying to swallow our coach whole."Carter," I called out, tossing a spare roll of black tape across the room. "Your gap control on the penalty kill is sloppy. Close the neutral zone faster today."Catching the tape one-handed, Carter nodded. "Got it, Captain. Sub-three second transitions. Coach Cole will run us until we vomit if we miss the mark again."A heavy, metallic thud echoed from the entrance.The double doors swung open, hitting the rubber stops with enough force to rattle the hinges.Three men walked into the locker room.Arthur Ashford led the pack. Wear
ATHENAWe'd fucked for hours. My pussy was still sore.And now, lying in the center of the bed, the heavy duvet draped over our bare legs. The digital clock on the nightstand glared a harsh red: 3:14 AMMy head rested on Jeremiah’s chest. His heartbeat pulsed steadily against my cheek, a slow, grounding rhythm. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me flush against his side even in sleep. Total, utter exhaustion pulled at my eyelids. For the first time all week, the anxiety vibrating in my ribs vanished.BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.A piercing, high-decibel shriek violently shattered the quiet.I jolted upright, my heart instantly slamming into my throat. "What is that?""The perimeter alarm." Jeremiah rolled out of bed with terrifying, immediate speed. The sleepy lover vanished, entirely replaced by the lethal protector. "Someone breached the back patio gate."The keypad in the hallway continued its deafening, rhythmic screaming.Jeremiah shoved his legs into a pair of gray sweatp
ATHENAStaring at the boy who used to be my entire world, the leftover adrenaline from the dance floor instantly curdled into pure, venomous disgust. The neon pink lights of the hallway cast harsh, ugly shadows across his face.Jeremiah shifted his weight. The muscles in his arm coiled like thick steel cable. He didn't speak, but his massive frame angled forward, completely ready to tear Luca apart with his bare hands.Reaching back, I pressed my hand flat against Jeremiah’s chest. *Stand down.*"You are bargaining with a felony, Luca," I stated, keeping my voice entirely dead and flat."I’m offering you a lifeline," Luca corrected, stepping closer. The smell of cheap tequila radiated off his crimson Westmore jacket. "Sienna paid a TA to plant that midterm. She set the trap, not me. I have the text messages on a burner phone. I can hand them to Dean Hayes tomorrow morning and clear your name entirely.""And the price is me.""The price is us going back to the way things were," he insi
ATHENAHeavy bass vibrated through the floorboards, rattling the soles of my boots.The Bruce mansion sprawled across the edge of a Hollywood Hills cliff, a massive monument to excess. Neon lights bathed the crowded living room in harsh shades of magenta and electric blue. The air tasted incredibly thick, choked with the smell of cheap beer, marijuana smoke, and cloying, expensive perfume.Hundreds of bodies crushed together. Shouting voices competed with the deafening rap music blasting from ceiling-mounted speakers.Standing near the massive marble kitchen island, I held a red plastic cup filled with lukewarm water.Tessa leaned against the counter next to me, wearing a tight black dress, her eyes scanning the chaotic room like a sniper."Okay, the hostility in this room is literally tangible," Tessa shouted over the music. "I’ve counted at least twelve Westmore hockey players glaring at us since we walked through the door.""Let them glare." I took a sip of the water. "We aren't he
ATHENAThe heavy mahogany door clicked shut, sealing the suffocating heat of the Los Angeles morning out in the hallway.Dean Hayes slid a thick manila folder across the polished wood. It stopped directly in front of my folded hands. The stolen biology midterm rested on top of the stack, the university seal glaring bright red under the harsh fluorescent lights of the administrative boardroom. My singular goal today was walking out of this room with my academic record intact."The evidence is entirely conclusive, Miss Cole," Dean Hayes stated. She adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses, leaning back into her high-backed leather chair. "Campus security recovered this exact document from your personal athletic locker at seven o'clock this morning. Felony academic theft carries an immediate, non-negotiable expulsion."Sitting directly beside me, Jeremiah shifted his massive frame. The leather of his chair creaked sharply. He wore a dark button-down shirt, his shoulders rigid, completely dwarf
ATHENAThe second I slammed the heavy office door shut, the quiet of the room instantly suffocated me. The heavy thrum of the facility’s massive AC unit vibrating through the floorboards was the only sound left in the building. Tessa had taken her car and left to cool off, leaving Jeremiah and me a
ATHENAStanding completely still on the painted blue line, I pulled the collar of my jacket up against the chill. The air inside the Ashford arena was freezing, biting sharply at my nose, but the energy humming across the ice was entirely electric.I tracked the offensive line as they ran the newly
JEREMIAHThe next afternoon, the stifling Los Angeles heat was baking the asphalt outside, but inside Talia’s cramped, messy manager’s office, the air conditioning was blasting at full capacity.Sitting casually on the edge of Talia's cluttered wooden desk, I idly spun a black hockey puck on the wo
JEREMIAHSitting alone in the dead-silent locker room, I peeled the worn athletic tape off the blade of my stick at a painfully slow pace.The heavy, smoggy Los Angeles heat waited just outside the double doors of the facility, but inside, the freezing ambient temperature of the rink seeped through







