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Nine |Leia Welsh|
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Me and the rest of the guys are lounging in the living room, half-heartedly watching some Bollywood movie on the TV. None of us are really paying attention, except for Rocky, who seems to be weirdly invested in the plot. Every time one of the sisters in the movie gets slapped, he claps his hands and praises whoever slapped them. I swear I saw one girl get slapped more than ten times in five minutes. "I knew I recognized her," Ant says, lazily stretching out on the couch. He grabs the remote, switches over to YouTube, and clicks on a random video. "Who?" We all chime in at once, our curiosity piqued. Ant points to the TV screen, which has now switched to a hockey game. Suddenly, the room comes alive with excitement, except for Rocky, who lets out an audible groan. I glance down at the screen and see that it's a game between Boston and Minnesota, but it's a hockey match that I've never seen before. That's odd, considering I usually catch all the games. "Why haven't I seen thi
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"Wait, seriously? The hockey team? Are you sure about this? After all you've been through, are you okay?" Ari's questioning eyes scan me up and down, causing my head to spin with the rapid-fire questions. "Calm down, Ari. It'll be good for me, plus I get those extra credits, and mula." I reply, winking at her as she playfully smacks my arm and rolls her eyes. "Now I see why you're really doing it," she chuckles, while Henson scoffs in the background, but I choose to ignore his presence. "Did any of them notice you?" Ari's concern is endearing, but I brush it off casually. "Why would they? I'm just a nobody now. I doubt even my old fans would recognize me," I shrug, not really caring. Being a normal student is a nice change, even if the classes are a drag. "No more hockey talk, Ari. Time to hit the road," I say, glancing at the time on my phone and realizing we might be running late. Before we can leave, Henson leans in to kiss Ari on the lips, but she turns her head at the l
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I wave Ari off as soon as we get to the I.S building.I swagger into chemistry, taking my usual seat in the far back with a sense of nonchalance. Other students start to pile in, but my attention is immediately drawn to Owen, the Right defenseman on the hockey team.I always knew he was in this class, but I never paid him any attention before. Now, it's kind of hard not to, considering I'm basically his coach and we're in the same class.Of course, my luck couldn't get any worse as he decides to sit right beside me. His eyes are practically burning a hole in the side of my face, making it difficult to ignore him."This is you, right?" Owen's voice breaks through my thoughts as he holds out his phone, displaying a picture of me holding a hockey stick and smiling.I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I quickly grab his phone and set it down. "I thought so. If that's you, then why are you here instead of out there winning a championship?"Owen's blunt question catches me off guar
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I'm in the middle of brushing my teeth, savoring that refreshing minty taste, when I catch Owen giving me the stalker stare in the mirror."You look like a stalker," I quip, spitting out the toothpaste and vigorously scrubbing my tongue.After rinsing my mouth with water, I grab a towel and wipe my face clean. I notice that the heater is raised to the max, and that probably has something to do with Tim.Tim changes the thermometer every time it's convenient to him, fuck the rest of our wants."Are you coming to the party? The football team just won, so it's gonna be wild at Kappa," Owen asks, reminding me of the celebration.I make a mental note to ask Rocky how the game went. Since our practices align with Rocky's games, we haven't had a chance to make it to any of his games yet, but we do watch it through the recording he brings back."I'll be there," I reply, grabbing a black T-shirt and throwing it on.I have a reputation that precedes me, Tim has told me that he heard rumors abou
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I can't believe I kissed him again. What is wrong with me? We both agreed to forget about it, but this kiss was somehow even better than the last. I can still feel the heat from it coursing through my body as I absentmindedly touch my lips. I needed a distraction, and he was there. But why did I kiss him? Did he forget our kiss? I know he was really drunk last night, but was he able to forget? The thought of him forgetting while I can't is making my stomach churn. I need to be the one to forget not him. Ari interrupts my thoughts by asking, "What are we doing here?" I reply with a forced smile, "You said you wanted to see me coach, so here I am, coaching." We watch the boys running back and forth in the sand, completely exhausted. Most of them are shirtless including Warren who I've been constantly staring at. His tanned, sweaty, muscular, toned body is too irresistible. I can tell that he has noticed me staring by the way his eyes flicker towards me with a slight smirk whic
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We finish up practice and head to the showers, all of us covered in sweat and sand. I quickly rinse off and wrap a towel around my waist, taking a moment to observe the locker room.The guys are all chatting and laughing, a rare sight for our typically stoic group. Even Ant, who usually keeps to himself, is engaging with the freshmen, even if it's to tell the freshman to fuck off. It's clear that Leia has changed the dynamic even if the other guys won't admit it."I just needed a breather," Miller mutters as he pulls on his shirt.I can't help but chuckle at the memory of Leia scolding Miller. It was a sight to behold. While everyone was concerned for her well-being, she was more focused on calling out Miller for slacking off."She didn't even check on herself after crashing into that pole," Ronald quips, his laughter infectious enough to make Owen join in."Are you boys decent?" Coach Johnson's voice booms through the locker room, and we all assure him we are.Leia enters the locker
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The first game of the season is fast approaching, and I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves, even though I'm not the one playing.As I walk into Coach Johnson's office, I observe him slathering baby oil on his head – a sight that never fails to amuse me. His office is a haven of cool air, making it a welcome respite from the blistering heat outside.I muster up the courage to make a suggestion, knowing full well that the adults at this college seem to cower in fear whenever I ask for a favor. Maybe it's the resting bitch face I never knew I had, who knows?"Coach, do you mind if I give you a suggestion? You can turn it down," I say, trying to sound casual. He looks up from his oily endeavor and gives me the go-ahead."Instead of practice, should we give the team a break and celebrate their progress with a pre-game party?" I propose."I don't think that's a good idea," he starts, making me nod. "But what if they practice and then celebrate?" He suggests.Genius. Why didn
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I can't believe Leia and Ari are throwing the pre-game party at my dorm. Owen is going to lose it when he finds out. "I saw this girl freaking out about where to have an ice hockey party and I thought this place would work," Sammie explains to Owen, who remains ominously silent, prompting her to nervously scratch the back of her head. "It's fine, not like anyone's gonna be getting it on here," Owen deadpans, surveying the room filled with booze and pizza, which earns a chuckle from me. The guys are scattered around, some drinking and watching a hockey game on the couch. Tim and Miller are pestering Ari about whether she's going to the game, while Leia is engaged in a heated argument with Kateb, as per usual.I quickly intervene when Sammie approaches Leia, sensing trouble brewing. Before Sammie has a chance to say anything too outrageous, I swiftly position myself by her side. "This is my sister, Sammie," I gesture towards Sammie as Leia's eyes travel up and down her figure with a
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