LOGINLila’s POV You’d think that whatever it was that was going on with Ryder was a one day thing, and that maybe he was going to get over it by the next day, and then start being his normal self again. But no, I was wrong. Ryder didn’t go back to his normal self, or even the day after that. A whole freaking week had passed and he was still acting weird and distant. And the annoying part of it all was it wasn’t like he was avoiding me. He came to every training session we held, even ate lunch with us once in a while, still made some occasional jokes, but they were… less than usual. They were less him. I couldn’t explain it properly, hell it sounded like I was saying a whole ton of rubbish, but it was like someone had turned his personality down by twenty percent. Okay scratch that forty percent. It was not enough for other people to notice—though he didn’t even interact with many people outside of our friend group for me to come to that conclusion—but it was enough for me to notic
Lila’s POV My gaze darted around the rink the moment I stepped inside, but it didn't take long to find Ryder since he was already there waiting. A small frown tugged at my lips, as my eyes narrowed on him. I'd actually thought he hadn't come to school today. I hadn't seen him once, and that wasn’t something that happened everyday. Matter of fact it didn’t happen at all. Ever since I’ve known Ryder, ever since he’d transferred to our school, I’d always just seen him. He had always wanted to get my attention or made sure he annoyed me with his presence. But today I didn’t spot him once. Not in the hallways, not at lunch, not even hanging around Clint or coming to find Harper or something of the sort. It was so unusual that I found myself wondering if he was absent.Or, considering the kind of luck he seemed to attract, maybe he'd actually gotten kidnapped like I had said yesterday.But clearly he was fine. Very fine, judging by the way he stood near the boards looking completely u
Ryder’s POV My chest heaved with a small sigh as I gave the question another thought before answering. “I… I don’t know.” “Thought so too.” Coach nodded slowly, tapping on his chin. “So why don’t you let me do my thing?” I didn’t say anything, I just looked away from him, watching a bird fly past the window, and then I realized this was the right time to bring up the motive behind my visit. “Uh…” I rubbed the back of my head. “Hey, there’s a reason I came to your office.” “Mhmm.” Coach clasped his hands together leaning closer with a knowing look in his eyes. “And what’s that?” He asked, his expression remained patient. Waiting. I glanced down at the papers spread across his desk before looking back up. “Well…” I hesitated. “The only reason Lila agreed to all of this was because I promised I’d… help her get a scholarship too.” I waited for a reaction from him, but there was nothing. Not even a twitch of his eye or tilt of his head. Which somehow made it worse. So I had no other
Ryder’s POV A laugh bursted out of me almost immediately, as I pointed at her. “Haa. You talked. You actually talked, I won the bet,” I ran a hand down my face, still feeling a lingering ounce of disbelief. “I actually won the bet.” Lila just gave me a bored look, which I found weird because the Lila I knew would have been glaring daggers at me right now, because she had lost. Unless…My smile faltered. “Doesn’t count because I’m already home, pretty boy.” She drawled, her words rooting me to the ground as I watched her walk behind a fence and into a small yard.The house itself was small but well-kept, its porch light already glowing against the darkening evening. “Maybe next time you’ll learn to keep to yourself and not challenge me.” There was a slight mocking lilt in her voice. I would’ve said something about her calling me “pretty boy” but I was too busy dwelling over my loss to her to even process any of that. She turned around, her gaze drifting over me. “Oh and just so y
Ryder’s POV When I placed the bet with Lila, I didn’t actually expect her to stand a chance. I didn’t expect her to be capable of winning. In my defense, she was Lila. The same girl who argued with me at least five times a day. The same girl who somehow found something wrong with everything I did, even when I was very much in the right. The same girl who could turn a simple “good morning” into a fucking debate. It was only natural for me to assume she’d crack within minutes. Well I was wrong. Very wrong in fact. Because a whole damn seven minutes had passed, and this girl hadn’t said a single word to me. No matter what I did, or said to her, she didn’t crack, she just stayed quiet, and I was slowly losing time.I glanced at her feeling slightly defeated, but she didn’t even bother to acknowledge my presence, or maybe tease me about it. I let out a low sigh. Well this was becoming a problem. I hated losing, let alone to someone like her. She would never let me live it down. I
Lila’s POV “I am not letting Ryder walk me home. I’m perfectly fine walking home myself.” I argued, folding my arms across my chest. “You certainly didn’t sound fine five seconds ago.” Ryder shoved his hands into his pockets. “Come on, you should even be grateful I’m offering this immense pleasure.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re sick out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you walk with me, you dumbass.” “Whoa.” “Lila.” Harper scolded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Clint looking genuinely shocked. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” Clint said carefully.I bit back a retort, tightening my hands around my chest like I could fold them any tighter. I wasn't okay, okay? I didn't want to be around this guy. I wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and stay as far away from Ryder Hayes as humanly possible. Not walk to my house with him by my side. Why was Harper putting me through this?“Relax, okay?” Harper said. “It's not that big of a deal. I promise I'll make it up t
Lila's Pov The cold air from the rink still hit my face even though I wasn’t stepping inside. I stood at the entrance, holding my bag, telling myself I was only here to watch Harper practice. Not to play. Not to skate. Not to remember.The sound of skates cutting through ice used to be my favorite
Lila’s POV I can’t believe Harper did this to me. Or you know what? I can believe it. This was Harper we were talking about. The same Harper who had practically adopted Ryder the second he showed up in town. The same Harper who somehow found a way to defend him every single time I complained abo
Lila's Pov Monday morning rolled around faster than I wanted it to. I was still half-asleep when Mom called from the kitchen, her voice bright and too cheerful for seven a.m. “Lila! You’re going to be late if you don’t get up now!” I groaned into my pillow before forcing myself to sit up. The s
Lila's Pov We reached the Coach's office, and I hesitated for a second before knocking. The door was closed, and I could hear faint music playing inside, something old and upbeat.“Come in!” The coach's voice called out.I pushed the door open, Harper right on my heels.The coach was sitting behin







