In the Astor Group Ice Arenas, the worlds of ice hockey and figure skating merge by the border between working-class Brunson and the upper-crust Lake City.
Liam Astor is the boy everyone knows. Everyone knows he's the son of the CEO of Astor Investm...
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That's where my conversation with Rafael, the pool boy from Malibu, cuts off. I never bothered replying and he stopped trying to reach out.
That last string of texts is from that night after Christmas, when Eli and I hooked up in my car, in the Ice Arenas parking lot. After that night, we did that again twice more before New Year's. And once after too.
It's been almost a month since I've been with Eli now. He doesn't acknowledge me at school or at the rink. And, honestly, I'm pissed.
For all that I try to dismiss my friends' jabs and little jokes, the truth is I had a good thing going with Rafael. Sure, when we separated last summer I meant it to be over. But then we kept texting and he wasn't half-boring. I wasn't completely sure yet if I really wanted him to come visit in spring break, but I kind of liked talking to him. And there were certainly enough memories of our summer together to keep me interested in the possibility of keeping it up.
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