Heart of Ice

Chapter Eleven

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EDITED: 03/10/19

Jacob

Instinctively, all of us watching leaned forward. Got him. 

It wasn't Dylan, but Ryan, his best friend. 

I wanted to face palm, I was so stupid. Of course it was Ryan, he would do anything to get with Amber, even stooping as low as to do this to someone like Aurelie. 

I could see that Mr. Washington's hands were curled into fists. "You know who that is?"

"Yeah," I was pissed too, "It's Ryan. Ryan White. He's got a thing going with that girl Amber, he'd do anything she wanted." 

Bill was already on the phone with Coach Harris on the opposite side of the room, calling him down to look at the tapes. 

I was having a hard time controlling my anger. I knew Dylan could stoop this low, but I hadn't realized that Ryan was such a spineless coward. God, did he only think with his dick? He most likely doesn't have a brain to think with, anyways,  I laughed to myself at my own snarky comment. 

Soon, Coach Harris made his way into the small office, and we immediately proceeded to explain the situation to him. 

I had seen Coach mad, but never this mad. He was, quite literally, shaking with anger and his face was red. 

He agreed with our assessment that the culprit was indeed Ryan. 

In a voice so venomous, even I was afraid, he told us, "Ryan will be informed of his status regarding this team, and any collegiate hockey team ever tonight." 

I sucked in a breath between my teeth. I mean, he completely deserved it, but that was a decisive move. Coach had the connections to do it too. He knew anybody and everybody. 

In a hesitant voice, I asked Mr. Washington, "Sir, do you think I should let Aurelie know what we found out? And what's going to happen to Ryan?" 

Mr. Washington seemed to consider it, but eventually agreed. "Sure, I think it will ease some of her worries. Just, if she seems stressed or upset, don't keep talking." 

"You got it, sir." 

With a nod, he turned to Coach and began talking to him. 

I stepped out of the room and called Aurelie. 

Aurelie

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

I looked over at the small table besides my hospital bed and reached out to grab my phone. 

Jacob Stevenson. 

I wondered why he would be calling, but answered nonetheless. 

"Hey Aurelie," he said in a quiet voice, "We found out some more stuff, if you feel like you're up to know about it." 

"Yeah, sure that would be great." I told him. 

The truth was, I was feeling a lot better.  I had gotten lucky, they had found an anti-depressant for me that had kicked in right away, and I could already feel the uptake in my mood. After such a serious incident before though, I was being kept in the hospital for monitoring. 

"It wasn't Dylan," he led with, leading me to let out a sigh of relief, "but it was Ryan. Not sure if that makes the situation any better." 

I couldn't quite find words for a minute.