เข้าสู่ระบบFINNRoselyn brings food this time, which is how I know she's in a good mood.She's got a paper bag of something from the place two towns over that she likes, the one nobody we know would ever drive to, and she's sitting cross-legged on the hood of her car when I pull into the boathouse lot, already unpacking it onto the windshield like a picnic. Fries. Two of those terrible gas-station coffees she pretends are good. A single donut she's clearly going to make me split."You're early," she grins. "That's because you're bribing me with fries." I give her a peck on the cheek which makes her face red. "I'm bribing you with half a donut. The fries are mine. You can look at them."I climb up onto the hood next to her and she hands me a coffee anyway, and the fries, all of them, because she's a liar who talks tough and then gives you everything. The lake's current is not so fast so it's just whooshing gently in front of us and the only sound is the crickets and the tick of her engine cooli
WRENLEYIt’s almost two in the morning and I’m crying over a zipper, which feels less like a life choice and more like the universe personally finding new ways to mock me.It's not even about the zipper anymore. The zipper is just the thing that broke last after having to redo the fourth seam which puckered again all in one night, the fabric fighting me the way everything's been fighting me for two weeks. But it's two a.m. and I'm running on no sleep and the showcase is in twelve days. I bombed a time trial this morning that Coach wrote down with that face, the face that tells me his patience is being stretched thin. I had rushed home soon after in a bid to get a head start at this but hours down the line, the zipper won't sit flat. Somewhere in there my eyes just started leaking without asking me.I'm not a crier,that I'm sure of. Heck, I didn't cry when I got evicted or after my confrontation with Elise but here I'm sitting on the floor of this borrowed room surrounded by pins and
WRENLEYI'm twelve minutes late to morning practice, which has never happened, because I was up until two sewing a piece I've now redone four times and still hate.“Shit, shit,” I keep cursing because I know what's coming for me as soon as I open those doors. The last time I came late, Diaz had pulled me aside and given me the pep talk. The one adult gives as ‘our parents’. Yes, I'm talking about the one that starts with ‘You know I see you as my son or daughter.’ Yep, that's the one. I can already tell how late I am by the way the building's already loud, the noises from the splashing, the whistle, and voices of people cheering on. Half-jogging onto the deck still pulling my cap on, Coach Diaz looks up from his clipboard and doesn't say anything for the first few seconds. His mouth twitched like he wanted to say something and thought better of it. "Sorry," I say. "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."He sighs, taking a quick look at the stop watch. "Get in the water, Vale." Then
AURELMy dad doesn't call.For the rest of the week after the hockey match, nothing has been interesting to me. I tell myself all morning that he will, and that he just needs time to process what had happened that day and that any minute now my phone's going to light up with his name while I'll have to sit through whatever speech he's been writing in his head since he walked out of that rink. I keep the phone face-up on the kitchen counter on purpose to avoid increasing my already racing heart while I pretend to eat, while still checking it more times than I'd admit to anyone.At this point, Finn has tried so many times to get me out of the house to party and have fun but all his pleas fall on deaf ears. “Come on man,” he asked for the third time this week. “Bills on me if cash is what you're worried about. I've got a couple change to spare.”“I just wish my only problems were money related but sadly they aren't. You don't know what it's like for your dad to show up to your game af
WRENLEYSqueezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls."But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."Deep down, I know that’s a lie because Tess didn't drag me. I told Tess I'd come before she even finished asking, which surprised both of us.Now here I am acting like the reason I came here isn’t probably crashing into bodies and chasing the puck.He told me his dad was coming and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the look on his face when he said it.“I know you're here for him, I just can't prove it yet,” Tess teases me before nudging me lightly on the arm.“Do
AUREL“Hey man, wake up, today's the day.” Finn bangs at my door like it offended him.How can I forget what today is? This was supposed to be my chance to show the scouts who would be in games like this to show them what I was made of.But now, I dread leaving here.“Yo, Aurel, you awake sleepy head?”“No,” I groaned. “Go away. I’m not coming. Going to call in sick.”“Absoluetly not, not on my watch. If you don't get your ass up this instant, I'm telling Wrenly.” He threatened.“Fuck you man,” I sighed but I could hear his laugh from behind the door.“That's more like it. See you in ten.” He added before leaving.A few minutes later, I had showered and was ready to go. Coincidentally, Finn was out of his room at the exact same moment I stepped out.“Hey man,” I pulled him in a hug. “Good luck to you. Make me proud.” I forced the words out of my mouth while patting his back.“Thanks. I spoke to Coach about letting you play even if it's for the first half.”“Really?” I could barely hid







