Rebel's influence

The day of the game

Finally, it was Friday. I woke up with an electric buzz of excitement coursing through me. Today was the day everything would change. I made small talk with my mom over breakfast, her chatter fading into the background as my mind raced with plans.

"Are you excited for the hockey game tonight, Aria?" my mom asked, pouring herself another cup of coffee.

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, even as a sly smile crept across my face. "I'll be cheering for the team. It should be fun!"

She looked up, her brows furrowing. "Just make sure to stick with your friends, okay? I don't want you wandering off alone."

"Of course, Mom," I said, brushing off her concern. I knew I'd be surrounded by my "friends"—the scholarship group—who would serve as my cover while I executed my plan.

After breakfast, I took my time getting ready, relishing every moment. I hopped in the shower, indulging in a full routine that included scrubbing, shaving, and washing my hair twice. The steam wrapped around me, soothing my nerves as I imagined the chaos that would unfold later.

Once out, I took extra time on my makeup, applying a flawless foundation and a touch of bronzer, ensuring my skin glowed. My eyelash extensions fluttered as I blinked, giving me that effortless, wide-eyed look I loved. I straightened my hair until it gleamed, letting it cascade down my shoulders like a waterfall.

As I prepared, I revised my plan. I had initially thought to make my move before the game, but now I decided that executing my scheme afterward would be much more effective. I needed to ensure I was the center of attention and that Nick was in the spotlight when everything went down. It wouldn't be as impactful if we lost the game, so I wanted to wait until afterward when emotions would be running high.

When I arrived at school, I spotted the scholarship group—my friendly little circle that always seemed supportive and welcoming. They were the perfect cover for my plan. I approached Christy, the girl with the biggest smile, and asked if she had any hockey team T-shirts available, specifically one with Nick's last name on the back.

"Hey, Christy! I'm in such a good mood today and want to cheer for the team!" I said, feigning excitement as I leaned against the locker beside her.

Christy beamed back at me, clearly pleased by my enthusiasm. "Of course! I think we have a few left. I'll grab one for you!"

"Awesome! You're the best!" I replied, watching her dash away, my heart racing at the thought of wearing Nick's name across my back. It was the ultimate bait, and everyone would see me cheering him on.

After school, I waited impatiently for Christy to find me. When she finally approached, her smile was wide, and she handed me the T-shirt. "Here you go! I hope it fits!"

I held it up, my eyes lighting up at the sight of Nick's last name on the back. "Thank you so much! This is perfect!"

"You're going to look great in it," she said, still smiling. "Are you really excited about the game?"

"Totally! I can't wait!" I replied, masking the underlying excitement that surged within me.

As I hurried home, my heart raced with anticipation. Once inside, I slipped on the shirt—an XL size that draped over me like a casual dress. The oversized fit worked in my favor; I decided against wearing a skirt or shorts, letting the shirt do all the talking. I paired it with my most precious high-heeled boots, which added a bold edge to my look.

In front of the mirror, I touched up my makeup, ensuring every detail was perfect. I carefully swiped on a bold red lipstick, glancing at the tube with a smirk. This particular shade would play a crucial role in my plan, and I tucked it away in my bag for later.

With one last look in the mirror, I felt a rush of confidence. I grabbed my phone and ordered an Uber back to school, my pulse quickening at the thought of what was to come. I arrived just as the game was about to start, the sound of the crowd echoing in my ears as I stepped out of the car.

The excitement in the air was palpable. I could see groups of students milling around, wearing their school colors, their laughter and cheers rising like a wave. As I pushed through the crowd toward the rink, I spotted Mia and her crew standing by the entrance.

"Look who it is, the wannabe!" Mia called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned to her friends. "What's Aria doing here? Trying to blend in with the cool kids?"

I straightened my back, forcing a smile. "Just here to support the team, Mia. What's it to you?"

"Oh, I just thought you might want to know that not everyone wants you here," she shot back, crossing her arms. Her friends giggled behind her, clearly enjoying the moment.

"Jealous much?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm just here to have a good time."

"Good luck with that," she retorted, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You'll need it."

I pushed past them, my heart racing but fueled by the confrontation. I needed to let them see me shining brightly in the spotlight.

Once I made my way to the stands, I found a spot near the front, where I could be easily seen. The energy around me buzzed, and I could hear the roar of the crowd as the players entered the rink. I could see Nick warming up on the ice, his focus unwavering as he practiced his shots.

I took off my sweater and reveal my shirt, the name on the back a declaration of my intent. I was ready for my moment.

As the game kicked off, I cheered loudly, clapping and yelling along with the rest of the crowd. But all the while, I kept my eyes on Nick, watching for the right moment to put my plan into action.

And as the game progressed, I felt the anticipation building within me. Tonight was going to change everything.