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Chapter 14: Qualifying Round

Nina

My encounter on the football field with Enzo left me both confused and upset.

First of all, how had he shown up like that just in time to catch the football helmet before it hit me in the face? Second, why did he continue following me around campus like a lost puppy? For someone who was supposedly the campus playboy, it felt odd that he was so obsessed with me of all people.

After seeing Enzo and Lisa talking so dramatically, I felt for certain that this was all some sort of huge prank. Surely Justin was in on it, too. They wanted me to be humiliated for getting involved with the hockey team.

Just a little more and I could walk away from this internship and not have to deal with it any longer…

The next day, Friday, was the day of Enzo’s game. Jessica used her VIP ticket to go and sit in one of the VIP box seats. I let her use my ticket to bring Lori, who really only ever liked going to hockey games to see the fights. I didn’t want to go at all, but it was my job now to attend sports games in case anyone got injured.

I wore a lowkey outfit that day in the hopes that Enzo and Justin wouldn’t notice me as much. It was chilly out, even in the arena, so I wore a university hoodie, jeans that weren’t too tight, and a beanie. I even wore my glasses, even though I had been wearing contacts since I left high school. I usually only wore my glasses at home because I thought they looked dumb on me, but I figured that maybe they would get Justin and Enzo to leave me alone.

Tiffany and I stood on the sidelines

while the game took place. She bought me a hot cocoa and a soft pretzel while we watched.

you,” Tiffany said, leaning closer to

know,” I replied, taking a bite of my pretzel. I didn’t bother saying that Enzo was the person I slept with

cocoa. Her red lipstick stained the white paper cup. “I’ve known these boys

I looked out at the

ice, easily flicking his hockey stick this way and

not bothered at all that I was a virgin. He took care of me and made sure that I felt

his actions genuine that

him, I knew

the sound of splitting wood and a collective gasp from the crowd as a

him onto the ice. I watched as his helmet came off and slid across the rink while his broken stick

as the other player climbed on top of Enzo and began punching him deliberately in the face, repeatedly. The referee blew his whistle several times and skated over, but he couldn’t get the

didn’t fight back. He seemed like he hit his head on the ice when his

referee

at each other and dropped our hot cocoa and pretzels running over to the rink

was lifted and carried to us by a couple of his teammates. He was conscious now, but his face was bruised and bloody and

locker room,” Tiffany said. I stepped out of the way to let them through, my heart pounding as I watched them carry him away. My chest ached to see Enzo injured so badly, and I just wanted to

He was fully conscious now and able to sit up on his own. Tiffany threw

is

me questioningly. I

on my own, then she stood up and

crouched down, rifling

bag for supplies.