I hated Seth Mallory with everything I had. He hated me just as much. If he drove a knife through my heart, I’d probably thank him. That’s how it’s always been—fire and ice, rivals to the core. Until the day he found out my secret. I’m gay. He’s not. End of story, right? Except it wasn’t. Seth Mallory, my worst enemy, wasn’t just angry. He was obsessed—with me. With teasing me, taunting me, and tempting me in ways I couldn’t resist. It was all fun and games, playing with the enemy, until it wasn’t. Because Seth isn’t who I thought he was. And when the game we started spirals out of control, I’m not sure either of us will survive the fallout—on the ice or off.
View More.(SONG RECOMMENDATION: SWEATER WEATHER SPED UP BY THE NEIGHBORHOOD)SETH.I paced around in the hallway, my eyes peering in the direction, and I swear this wasn't me by any means; I was fucking insane, but as much as I wanted to cross the road over to his apartment and break the door in. I just couldn't.I didn't want to risk him getting more mad at me, and I knew he needed some time to himself. Returning home, it took hours before I finally fell asleep, and when I had woken up, the first thing. That settled in my mind was him.Bringing us to our first class, and as much as I'd question myself to leave and stop stalking the door, my other senses just wanted to see him, check on him to ensure he hadn't done anything stupid last night, not that my fair choices these past few days had been any better or reasonable either.Checking the time on my phone I bounced from knee to knee. Miguel and I shared first class together which was due in the next seven minutes I froze. Miguel walked
.(SONG RECOMMENDATION: I FOUND BY AMBER RUN)MIGUEL'S POV.This wasn't happening. For all I knew, Seth was straight. I didn’t want to be some dumb-ass experiment for Seth Mallory of all people. But my body betrayed me. I leaned into his kiss, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as though that connection was the only thing tethering me to reality. A shaky gasp escaped my throat as his tongue ran over my lower lip, and he kissed along my pulse points, his lips leaving a trail of heat that burned against my skin. “Fuck,” I muttered, the word barely audible, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears. It was hoarse, desperate, as my hips instinctively grinded harder into him. “Hot!” a loud voice echoed from somewhere behind us, accompanied by a sharp whistle. My stomach dropped. Two women and a man stood just a few feet away, smirking and laughing as they shamelessly watched us. Shame flooded my body, swift and overwhelming, chasing away the brief moment of reckless bliss. I pu
(SONG RECOMMENDATION: I HATE U, I LOVE U BY GNASH FT OLIVIA O'BRIEN)SETH'S POV“I’m no fag… I’m bloody straight,” I whispered to myself, standing at the door. My heart raced as the words left my lips, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my chest. Fuck. My hands were still trembling. My face burned with the memory of what had happened, the scene replaying in my mind like a twisted movie I couldn’t turn off.I took a shaky breath and walked toward the dining room, trying to ground myself. The stairs loomed ahead, promising some semblance of escape.“Coming this weekend!” my sister Amara’s voice rang out, loud and clear, piercing my thoughts. I stopped at the first step, turning stiffly to face her.“What?” I asked, my expression blank. My head tilted in confusion as she exhaled a puff of smoke, casually dropping her cigarette into the ashtray. My frown deepened. I was already running low on patience, and my big sister was a bloody dickhead who loved to test it.“Why not?” she
(SONG RECOMMENDATION: THE HILLS BY THE WEEKEND).MIGUEL'S POVFuck me.Fucking hell, why him of all people? Why did it have to be Seth? A nerve-wracking twist churned in my stomach as chills ran down my spine. My eyes locked with Seth’s, and I saw that condescending look in his gaze, the kind that made my blood boil every time.His hatred was one thing, but now... fuck. My life was in his hands. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the sheer humiliation of him discovering the video. My breaths grew shallow, erratic, and before I knew it, a tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, furious at myself for showing weakness. But the truth was, I was terrified—more than I’d ever been.“Wow,” Seth drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He was enjoying this—relishing it. Of course he was.I fumbled with my phone, quickly switching off the video, cutting off the sound of my own moans. It was a stupid mistake
(SONG RECOMMENDATION: SWEATER WEATHER BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD)SETH'S POV“You'll be captain this year, Miguel, and please... for the nationals, I want you both to work together. If one causes a fight on the ice again, I'll bloody bench the both of you,” the coach threatened. He was pissed—four years of putting up with our crap, and I’d never seen him this worked up.Bloody hell. Just kill me now.I fought every urge to roll my eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek, holding back every sarcastic comment bubbling in my head. This wasn’t the time to be a smart mouth, especially after our fight cost us the first game of the season.I hated Miguel.It wasn’t new. I hated always being second to him. I hated being stuck behind him. From our first year in high school to this final one, I was always second fiddle. Coming in second in everything while the golden boy with his rich daddy basked in first place. Absolute bullshit.“Do you both understand me?” Coach asked again.“Crystal!” “Understood,
(SONG RECOMMENDATION: SWEATER WEATHER BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD)SETH'S POV“You'll be captain this year, Miguel, and please... for the nationals, I want you both to work together. If one causes a fight on the ice again, I'll bloody bench the both of you,” the coach threatened. He was pissed—four years of putting up with our crap, and I’d never seen him this worked up.Bloody hell. Just kill me now.I fought every urge to roll my eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek, holding back every sarcastic comment bubbling in my head. This wasn’t the time to be a smart mouth, especially after our fight cost us the first game of the season.I hated Miguel.It wasn’t new. I hated always being second to him. I hated being stuck behind him. From our first year in high school to this final one, I was always second fiddle. Coming in second in everything while the golden boy with his rich daddy basked in first place. Absolute bullshit.“Do you both understand me?” Coach asked again.“Crystal!” “Understood, ...
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