When Lyla arrives at her new school, Crestwood High, her hopes of a new beginning are quickly challenged by the schools walking one-night stand. Lean, killer jawline, captain of the ice hockey team, and rude as all hell, Jack Hughes is everything Ly...
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I could hear the sound of him groaning as he waited by the boards behind me. He always did this, every single time my practice would run even a minute too long--and into his precious warm up time on the ice--he would complain. Like it was my fault, my coach would never let me leave without being totally and completely satisfied. I was training for the Olympics, after all.
I did a pirouette sequence for what felt like the billionth time. Triple corkscrew into a camel spin, back to a corkscrew and into a Biellmann spin, finally, jumping into a firebird before skating around myself to finish. Letting out a breath of foggy air that dissipated quickly, I finally allowed myself to relax, though I could basically feel his death glare and eyeroll from behind me.
"Exceptional," Coach May spoke, bowing her head slightly as she acknowledge my hard work, and ability to finally nail the turn sequence I had been trying to get all season. "You may finish up."
I bowed respectfully to my coach, smiling as I did so. I was proud of myself for getting those turns, and glad that maybe my boyfriend Reid most likely saw me do it.
"Oh my fucking God," he spoke, groaning still. "Hurry up and get off the ice."
I seethed silently, wanting so badly to snap my attention to the cocky captain of Crestwood and remind him that the ice was not his to use only, however, I kept my cool, because I was one of the lead soloist in my skating division, one of the seniors at my club, and I was not about to lose my position on the team because of some dimwit short tempered puck head.
I skated to the boards, grabbing my drink bottle and lightweight zip up hoodie as I did so, and threw it over my shoulder. I rolled my neck, rubbing my right shoulder as I stepped off the ice, letting my blades come into contact with the rubber floor of the rink.
I let my eyes wander as I passed the Crestwood hockey team, fully clad in their away game gear and ready to skate. Though, maybe I should have just kept my sight down at my skates, because I was soon met with the furious blue eyes of Captain Cocky himself. He stood completely in my way, his much taller frame and broad shoulders blocking me from being able to leave the rink and get to the lockers. Damn, he was tall, even without the skates and hockey gear, I knew this to be true, because I had run into him multiple times, the outcome always the same.
"Jack," I sighed, feigning boredom, when really, I was irritated, I just wanted to get into my warm clothes again and watch Reid play.
Jack Hughes was the kind of asshole who knew he was gorgeous, and used it to his advantage, something I had always disliked about him. His dark hair was always messy, and somehow there was always a stand of it flopping lazily in his eye, even with his hockey helmet on. His eyes were a light sky blue that reminded me of summer, somehow, and his lips were too goddamn good to be true. I hated it.
"Princess," he taunted, knowing full well that I hated being called that. "Nice little spins you got going there, sweetheart."
I know he didn't mean it, this was in no way a compliment. Jack hated me, and I hated Jack, and that was how it was.
