❝MET YOU AT THE RIGHT TIME
THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ❞
Juliet Anderson was the kind of girl everyone adored.
With her infectious smile and boundless enthusiasm, she had a way of lighting up a room.
Friends flocked to her not jus...
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𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮
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The Hawks swarmed the ice, their synchronized skates slicing through the rink with an air of superiority.
Their chant—"Win! Win! Win!"—pounded through the arena, echoing off the walls and seeping into the hearts of every player.
Juliet Anderson stood at the edge of the ice, watching them like a hawk herself, nerves coiled tight in her chest.
She wasn't afraid of the Hawks, not exactly. But she knew their reputation. This was going to be a battle.
Juliet's eyes caught a familiar figure among the black and gold jerseys.
Adam Banks.
A smile tugged at her lips, and she waved slightly. Adam, focused as ever, gave a small nod back.
Their friendship had been solid ever since her parents split and her dad moved into a house right next door to the Banks family.
Despite playing for the Hawks, Adam had always treated her like an equal. But here, on the ice, things were different , but recently he's been acting weird all together.
And Juliet had no idea why .
The Ducks huddled together, a ragtag bunch compared to the polished machine that was the Hawks.
They all knew this wouldn't be easy, but they had grit—and sometimes that was enough.
Just as the Ducks tried to focus, Larson, one of the Hawks' biggest jerks, skated over, his usual cocky smirk plastered on his face. "Hi, girls," he sneered, circling the Ducks like a predator. His gaze flicked to Juliet. "Oh, hi, Juliet."
There was a subtle edge of respect in his tone
. Larson knew better than to mess with Juliet—or her brother Noah. No one wanted to face that kind of wrath.
Before anyone could respond, Coach Gordon Bombay skated into view, looking about as uncoordinated on the ice as he was off it.
He glanced at the Hawks, who were still chanting, and awkwardly decided to join in. "Win! Win! Win!" he yelled, attempting to rally the Ducks.
Only Averman and Goldberg weakly echoed him, their voices completely out of sync. "Win... Win...?"
Juliet shot Bombay a deadpan look. "Coach, what the hell are you doing?"
Bombay cleared his throat. "Yeah, we're fired up."
Goldberg, now decked out in goalie gear, looked far from fired up. "Oh, great. Good concept, guys," he muttered, shuffling into position.
Charlie skated past him, but in his excitement, accidentally clipped Goldberg's leg, sending the goalie stumbling.
"Nice goin', fool!" Goldberg snapped, trying to regain his balance.
