Gelasia Unbroken - Unbroken Series Book 1

Chapter 1

© 2018 by Sara Leanne Adams

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is a three chapter excerpt book one in The Unbroken Series. The remainder of the book can be found on Inkitt.

Bright orange leaves danced in the cool October breeze as students hustled across Killian court in warm jackets, coffees in hand. The Great Dome of The Massachusetts Institute of Technology presided over the expansive lawn, blanketed in a sea of colour.

I made my way across the crowded courtyard, anxious to get to the fitness centre and work out. In a few hours, I would make my debut as the starting goalie for the MIT Women's Hockey Team. I spent two seasons as a backup goalie, sitting on the bench for most games. The number one goaltender finally graduated, and it was my chance to shine. I would start every game. Some other girl would sit on the bench, waiting for me to screw up or get injured.

The gym was packed with muscleheads. I cursed the person that designed the layout. While I was grateful for the private women's only gym, I resented the fact that I had to walk past the free weights section to get to it. It was always populated with brawny, ripped guys, grunting and bragging about how much they could bench.

As I walked past, a musclehead smiled and winked at me. I glanced behind me, expecting to see a hot blonde, but there was no one else. Hmm. That was new.

 I was paying more attention to my appearance and wearing contacts and makeup. Was that all it took? I didn't consider myself hot. I wasn't ugly, but I didn't often garner the attention of male strangers. I smiled back, a shy giggle erupting from my throat. Good grief. I sounded like a flirty airhead.

"What are you doing, man? Can't bench that much?" A familiar voice reached my ears just before the owner came around the corner of the weight stand.

Marty Dawson. My childhood bully. He didn't go to MIT. Why did he have to work out there? 

"Hello, Gelasia. Are you lost?" His eyes roamed up and down my body, an amused half smirk forming on lips.

"No. I go to school here, which is more than I can say for you. Doesn't Harvard have a place for lunkheads to grunt and stare at their muscles? And my name is Lacey!"

"You know her?" his friend asked as he continued to smile at me, his eyes fixated on my breasts. What a pig.

"Yeah. She's my kid brother's friend. You don't want to hit on her. She's a dork."

I bared my teeth and clenched my jaw, ready to hurl insults at the guy that had been tormenting me most of my life. He crossed his arms in front of his immense chest, waiting for the angry outburst he was accustomed to. Well, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I held my head high and made my way to the women's change room, ignoring the laughter behind me.

Marty's younger brother Mitch, was the male member of a dynamic threesome that included myself and another girl, Whitney Nelson. Inseparable since the first day of kindergarten, we remained steadfast to our sandbox pact to always stick together. All through elementary, junior high and high school, we did everything together. When Whitney and Mitch started dating in our freshman year of high school, we remained close despite my new role as the third wheel.