The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Evie

The last day. I felt the entirety of my life resting upon this pivotal moment. It was do or die. And it felt like I was dying. I had given my entire soul to finding a worthy client. And no one followed through. I watched the clock wind down. Ten minutes. I had ten minutes to pull off a miracle.

But obviously, I had no such luck. I didn’t have Jasper’s resources and money. All I had was a Jellar report card and a piece of paper that said I could attempt being a lawyer.

“Well, well,” Jasper sighs, popping his head over the cubicle wall. “It’s too bad about the internship, Evie. I almost thought you had it.”

“Shut up,” I growl.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Evie,” he says, poking out his bottom lip. “I tried to spare your feelings–”

“I can’t wait for someone to burst your little bubble,” I snap angrily. “Look at you with daddy’s money and daddy’s contacts. You didn’t prove anything to anyone here. I put in the hard work and I put in the time–”

His face darkened. “And look where that got you,” he says grimly. “Nothing but a participation trophy and a pink slip. You’re not anything special because you worked harder. Honestly, Evie. You’re the most naive girl I have ever met.”

I did all I could to stop the hurt from making its way to my eyes. But I could feel it tightening my throat. I stand up quietly, gathering my things.

I was just so tired of everything. I had plans. I was on track to be an amazing attorney. I studied my life away for this, only to be held back by my own lack of personability.

It was all meaningless. It felt like ever since that night, my life has been spinning out of control and I don’t know how to stop it. This was exactly what I was afraid of. All that hard work was wasted.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. Nothing ever came easy for me. Coming out of high school as valedictorian gave me a false sense of confidence. Everyone had told me I was spectacular as a student. But being a great student didn’t guarantee I’d be a great attorney.

I don’t remember how I got home, only that when I did, Aria was at my door. She leaned casually against the wall, arms folded.

“Hey, stranger,” she says mischeviously.

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to flip out and lose control of my anger. “Hey, Aria,” I say, forcing a smile to my face. “What’s up?”

about

holds out a plastic bag for me. “It’s from the burger joint down the

say no to a bit of comfort food right

nods. “Extra

my door. “You’re a mad woman.”

know you love me,” she snorts.

I do,” I whine. “I want that damn burger.”

“Open the door and you’ll get

plop down on the couch. I reach for the remote and turn on the tv,

order

up,” she answers, handing me the paper wrapped deliciousness.

bite, moaning at the comfort of the food.

says, swallowing her own bite.

was no longer my issue. It was over

a heavy sigh. “That bad,

I grumble. “I’m

she

commentators come back on

show ahead for our viewers,” one says excitedly. “We have our reporters down at Clayton Center tonight, looking to get

that kid stepped onto NHL ice, he has been a powerhouse. I mean, right out the gate, he comes in with fantastic speed and accuracy.

room to

a room with a long table. At its center sat my number one pick for who I’d like

a reporter

reporter’s direction. “How are

good. I’m here with the Independent and I was curious on how you feel your chances

think,” he began. “It’s anybody’s to win at this point. It’s

publicist wants you to think,” the reporter added. “Tell us what you really