Stuck With The Ice Star I Hate
Esliee I. Wisdon 𶠷 Ongoing · 68.8k Words
Introduction
By the next morning, rumors are spreading, and the already fragile reputation of the ice hockey teamâs star begins to crack.
Intense, unstable, and, they say, "someone who doesnât know how to take things seriously", Tristan McKenna has the chance to prove the world wrong about him⊠but at the cost of his privacy, living for one hundred days with the most interesting, sharp-tongued girl he has ever met.
When the cameras are turned on and their every move is recorded, will secrets, hidden sides, and buried wounds still remain hidden from the public eye?
Chapter 1
âALISSON (POV)
âPlease, Ally! Youâre the only person who can save me!â
I know I should say no, but how can I refuse when my best friend gives me those puppy-dog eyes?
Damn, Leah, she knows my weak spotâŠ
She knows I canât say no to her, even when her requests are the most ridiculous in the world. Even when she asks me to take her place in the one thing I hate doing most on a Saturday nightâtaking pictures at the Boston Harbor Rebels game in the Harbor Cup.
Honestly, what the heck am I even doing here?
Isnât it already bad enough that I have to deal with my brother hogging the TV every season, watching and recording every game, since forever⊠And now Iâm here, at the stadium, surrounded by thousands of people shouting in my ear, âHarbor! Rebels! Harbor! Rebels!â in sharp, almost military beats, while I watch some weird hawk mascot shaking silver and navy-blue pom-poms, celebrating the win.
I lower the camera, hands tired.
Why does she ask me to take pictures of everything when we both know this is all about Tristan McKenna, the teamâs star?
I roll my eyes just thinking about all the times she gushes over his soft black hairâand his muscular body. Whatâs so special about a six-pack anyway? Besides, 185cm? He isnât even that tallâŠ
âHarbor! Rebels! Harbor! Rebels!â
I get up quickly, so quickly that it surprises the girls next to me, who are wearing jerseys with the number 88 and 'MCKENNA' printed above it. I donât know why, but I feel irritation tightening in my stomach. They glare at me, but they let me pass as I feel my body growing hotter and hotter.
⊠âHarbor! Rebels!â âŠ
I make my way through the narrow aisle, keeping the camera steady in my hands and silently praying that no one spills soda on me along the way, as the stadiumâs roar reverberates in my chest like a second heartbeatâloud, persistent, impossible to ignore.
Finally, I lean my back against a navy-blue concrete wall, trying to catch my breath, and push my glasses up, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.
Itâs quiet here. Chilling, even. I feel like I can finally breathe.
But the camera still weighs in my hands.
My eyes drop, and I open the last photo I took, the one of the mascot doing some questionable dance that makes me roll my eyes.
âRidiculous,â I mutter to myself, even though Iâm not sure whether Iâm talking about the collective worship of this whole sports thing or the way my mood crashes just thinking about how Iâm wasting an important Saturday here instead of at karaokeâŠ
I peel a strand of hair off my forehead, walking down the hallway aimlessly, looking at pictures of the play that wins the game for the Rebels... and go through a half-open door marked RESTRICTED ACCESS, only realizing how stupid that is when the noise of the crowd fades into the distance.
The hallway here is differentâŠ
Cleaner, quieter, lit by a light thatâs way too whiteâŠ
âYou son of a bitchââ The voice makes me freeze, just like the sight that hits me when I turn the corner.
My eyes widen when Tristan McKennaâs fist, the teamâs star, slams into the captainâs jaw hard enough to knock him backward and almost to the floorâŠ
But itâs the sound of bone and flash that really makes me step back, also out of balance.
My presence nearly goes unnoticed beneath Tristanâs loud, worked-up voice as he grabs Miles by the jersey, his fist already raised and ready to hit the captain in the face again. Almost.
Because in the next second, he realizes they arenât alone.
Tristanâs gaze sweeps across the hallway and locks onto me with a sudden violenceâalmost as quick as the punch he just threwâŠ
And for the first time, I truly see him.
His chest rising and falling too quickly, black hair stuck to his forehead, jaw clenched, shoulders tense beneath the practice shirt stretched across his arms, green eyes shining in a way that leaves me frozen in placeâŠ
Miles spits blood from the corner of his mouth and struggles to straighten up, pushing Tristanâs hand away, but he doesnât say a word.
The captain is big and broad, the kind of presence that usually dominates any space. But itâs McKenna who truly fills the entire hallway. And right now, heâs looking at me.
Shit.
Tristanâs eyes drop to the camera in my hands⊠and thatâs when my legs remember how to work, when my body finally does something useful on its own.
I turn around and walk so fast that by the time I hear Tristanâs loud, impatient voice, âHey, you, wait! Fuck!â, Iâm already crossing that door again.
The noise from the stands gets louder again.
The chant now feels almost comforting, ironically enough. But I donât return to the stands. The thought of blending into the crowd and snapping another picture makes my stomach churn. I canât stay here even for a second longer. I canât risk being seen by Tristanâor Miles. Or both of them. Again.
My phone rings, but this time I donât stop my quick, desperate steps. I donât need to look to know exactly whoâs calling me, of course. And all of this is her fault. Leah and her puppy-dog eyes!
âDo you realize how much you owe me?â I say quickly as I answer the call, already walking through the doors out of the stadium.
âAre you seriously complaining about premium tickets to watch the Boston Harbor Rebels win the Harbor Cup finals?â Leah says on the other end, amused despite the obvious exhaustion in her voice. That softens some of my anger. It makes me hesitate for a moment and take a deep breath.
The freezing Boston wind hits my face hard, slipping under my coat.
âWho says they win?â I tease, lifting my eyes to the sky and holding the phone to my ear while my other hand hangs the camera by my side.
âOf course they did.â
âNo.â I lie, but the playful tone in my voice says everything. âThey lose badly.â
Leah forces out a laugh, âNo way Tristan loses a game!â
Tristan.
That name brings bright, wide, and glowing green eyes back into my mind. Brings chest rising and falling with barely contained fury.
It brings the punch he threw at the captainâs face right after the win.
âThat guy... You wonât believe his true colors! Heâs a violent maniac, Leah! A total psycho! He punched his own captain in the face! What is that? Some twisted kind of celebration? Or is he just insane? I know athletes can be wild, but I didnât think they were this bad!â
âWhat?â Leah coughs. Hard. âHave you lost your mind? Tristan did what?â
I walk down the sidewalk, looking at the sky, admiring the few bright dots that show through the gray sky.
âI swear, Leah! Heâs as good-looking as he is crazyâAH!â The scream bursts from my throat, loud and sharp, when I trip on the sidewalk and fall backward, hitting the ground hard.
The pain in my hip and back is intense and momentarily brings the air out of me. Leahâs worried voice, âAlly? Alisson!â sounds distant and gets drowned out by a loud ringing in my ear.
âIâm okayâŠâ I say, looking at my truly pathetic situation. âI just trippedâŠâ
âOh, my God! Are you okay? Did you hit your head?â
âNo, no⊠I just hurt my handâŠâ
My eyes widen.
I look to the side. At the ground.
At the camera.
Completely, totally destroyed.
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