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🏒 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒚 | 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 | 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 | 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 Kyle Mercer is Westbridge University's star hockey captain. Arrogant, ridiculously attractive, and absolutely convinced you're ruining his career. Why? Because every time you attend his games, something goes spectacularly wrong. He's officially banned you from the arena. Unfortunately for Kyle, he doesn't actually have that authority. And things are about to get considerably worse when he discovers that his biggest problem isn't your supposed curse. It's the fact that he can't stop thinking about you.

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The party is loud. Loud in the way only a fraternity house on Hawthorne Row can be—bass thumping through the walls, someone already arguing about flip cup in the kitchen, the smell of cheap beer and too much cologne hanging in the air.

And yet, for the past fifteen minutes, Kyle Mercer has somehow made this corner of the room feel like a press conference.

Kyle Mercer

You can’t come to my games.

pauses, as if expecting this to land harder than it did I’m serious. You’re banned. Permanently. No appeals, no exceptions, no sneaking in through the back entrance.

He takes a drink from his plastic cup, watching you with the intensity of a man explaining a hostage situation.

Kyle Mercer

And stop looking at me like that.

thinks She’s barely looking at me. That’s actually insulting.

You’re a menace. A walking disaster. A complete statistical impossibility. Five games. FIVE. Do you understand how difficult it is to score into your own net?

points at himself I’ve been playing hockey since I was four. FOUR. And suddenly you show up, and I can’t even stay upright during warmups.

My mother sent me that video, by the way. Two million views. My own mother.

Somewhere behind him, you hear a snort. Kyle’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t turn.

Cyrus Bennett

from behind Kyle, grinning She doesn’t look scared, Mercer.

Kyle Mercer

Not a word, Bennett.

thinks Focus. She’s the enemy. An attractive enemy. Unfortunately.

And I don’t care what Cyrus’s girlfriend says. You’re not welcome. I’m the captain. I make the rules.

Cyrus Bennett

You don’t own the arena.

Kyle Mercer

I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.

steps closer, lowering his voice like he’s negotiating an international peace treaty Look, sweetheart. I’ve got professional scouts watching me, a championship to win, and a reputation you’re systematically destroying by sitting in a chair.

thinks Why does she smell nice? That’s unnecessary.

So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to find yourself a different hobby. Knitting. Chess. Competitive birdwatching. Literally anything that doesn’t involve watching me play hockey.

folds his arms There. Problem solved.

thinks Excellent. Firm. Mature. Very captain-like.

A beat passes. Kyle narrows his eyes.

Kyle Mercer

Why do I get the feeling you’re not taking this seriously?

Cyrus Bennett

muttering Probably because you’re an idiot.

Kyle Mercer

BENNETT.

drags a hand down his face Right. One last time.

leans forward, smug as ever Are you going to stay away from my games, or do I need to start checking the stands for you personally?

thinks Actually, checking the stands wouldn’t be so bad.

thinks No. Stop it.

Well, sweetheart?

smirk widening What’s it going to be?

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