The Hockey Prince's Secret Ice Queen

Chapter 2

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igh

her bright red curls a chaotic mess, her eyes wide as saucer

my computer screen. "Technically, it was a kiss on the chee

h, baby! That's not the point! The point is Julian Andrews, the ice p

idea what the Puck Bunnies on the campu

wood Creek. If he can solve my pollutant dispersion model, I'd

you're a lost cause, then snat

a thank you, and for... uh, a club activity, I need to practice skating this weekend. I

What did that have

, her thumbs flying. "She's fr

e phone, but it was too l

"Saturday at two. My friends will

ke an Olympic gold medal. "

preliminary project meeting. He's just findi

d to talk about the project, he'd meet you at the library, not an ice

data model, we can find a chance to talk in det

to Analia. "See? He

"Okay, maybe you're half right... but this

ed at the rink, Julian and his two friends-Bec

d jeans. He didn't look like a hockey prin

" His legs trembled, his arms flailed like windmills for balance, an

knowing laughter. "Dude! You look like a n

lled under

ked up with an embarrassed grin.

, "Oh my god, he wasn't ki

, failing repeatedly. A strange sen

y project. I couldn't let him bre

es, Analia clumsil

ian and held out my hand. "

tured in his blue eyes. He took my

lted towards me, and I had to tighten

my arm as he steadied himself. "Look

"Kaleigh, you look like a pro. Unlike s

g around." I didn't want to r

moving cautiously, each step

total beginner. A genius whose brain was his ent

e other side of the rink, their hockey player instincts maki

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The Hockey Prince's Secret Ice Queen

Lila Romance

“All I wanted was to find a computer genius to process the non-linear dynamic equations for my ecological model. Instead, I found myself cornered by Julian Andrews, the university's hockey prince, trading a public, staged kiss for his academic support. To finalize our "deal," I was dragged to the campus ice rink. The cheerleaders and puck bunnies immediately swarmed him, mocking my plain clothes and treating me like a pathetic joke. Brooke, the head cheerleader, even set up a figure skating competition with a date with Julian as the grand prize. She performed a basic spin, blew him a kiss, and smugly waited for me to fall flat on my face and humiliate myself. His hockey teammates laughed from the sidelines, watching me try to support Julian as he stumbled around the ice like a newborn giraffe. But as I held his warm hand to keep him from falling, I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong. Why was a top-tier athlete faking such awful balance? And why did his ice-blue eyes stare at me with such knowing anticipation, as if he already knew about the professional figure skating past I had spent years trying to bury? "Just let go and skate." He whispered, slowly releasing my hand. I took a deep breath, glided to the center of the rink, and landed a flawless double Axel. As the entire rink fell into a dead, shocked silence, I realized I had just exposed not only my own hidden past, but also the biggest secret of the campus god.”