"So why did you quit gymnastics?" "None of your business." Leah said, her voice dark. "If you won't tell me why you quit, then tell me... why won't you play hockey?" Wes's comment struck a nerve with Leah. Her face softened for just a moment as she looked at the ground. Her fake facade faltering but quickly coming back. "Tell me, Wes. Why did you move?" Leah said returning to her bitch facade. This time Wes's face faltered. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Please read the welcome chapter at the very beginning!! It gives any info that would Normally be in the description!! Best ratings: #1 in gymnasium #1 in gym #1 in gymnast #2 in theboynextdoor #2 in hockey player #2 in competition #1 in defense #3 in sports

tw's: descriptions of r*pe, eating disorders, panic attacks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had to flee. To escape. I couldn't take the pain of people telling me to be okay. That I was a survivor. But what about me being a victim? All because a few people refused to hear me when I said no. Now I carry around pain, fear, a disgusting feeling that is also there. Behind me. In the shadows. But maybe he'll be the light. ------------------------- This is a hockey player x gymnast college romance. A sunshine x grumpy, little forced proximity, he hangs the stars for her romance book where he would do anything to make her feel safe again

"It's kind of ironic, you know? My life has always revolved around being on ice. It only makes sense that I met the girl I love after she slipped on the only patch in the parking lot."