after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
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"i dont want to feel like this forever"
-softcore by the neighbourhood
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"Oi! Get your asses on the ice, bunnies," Coach Wild barks as we stall to get on the ice.
"One second!" we all exclaim back.
"So, man, tell us," Eli waggles his eyebrows.
"What?" I say, confused and trying to focus on practice.
"What's it like rooming with a girl?" he asks, and all the guys go 'ooooh.'
"Shit," I mutter.
"Ah?"
"It's shit. She's too nice, man. There's something wrong with her," I reply, frustrated.
"I like her. She's gorgeous," Eli smirks.
"Is she single?" my teammate, Luca, asks.
"I don't fucking know," I grumble.
"She is," Eli answers, and I want to punch him for even bringing it up, but Coach's gaze is on me, reminding me of my need to prove myself here.
"Nice," Luca smirks. "You got her number?"
"No," I reply, feeling the sting of my own inadequacies.
"But Bailey does. I bet if you asked her, she'd give it," Eli says.
"Alright, sweet," Luca grins.
"Ladies! Get your asses on the ice before practice is over or else we'll start practice at 4 am instead!" Coach Wild yells, and we all scramble to the ice.
I try to focus on the drills, but the pressure to perform perfectly keeps pressing down on me.
My father's voice echoes in my head.
"Don't mess up. You'll ruin everything if you don't get it right."
"You want me to be proud? Earn it."
My chest tightens, the weight of his expectations heavy on my shoulders.
Every missed pass, every mistake feels like a reflection of his disappointment, making me push harder, but never feeling good enough.
"Work harder or you'll never be good enough!"
"Cap, your girlfriend's here," Luca says, pulling me from my thoughts.
