As I sat across from Adrien, the chessboard forming a battleground between us, I couldn't shake my skepticism about his alleged lack of experience. The beads of sweat forming on my forehead were a testament to the unexpectedly intense challenge he posed. His gameplay bore the hallmarks of someone beyond a beginner. Far beyond. Adrien's opening move was my first hint that he was no amateur. I countered by developing my pieces, trying to control the center of the board, but he quickly evaded, moving his bishop into a strong position. It was clear that every move he made was calculated and informed, strategy you'd expect from a seasoned chess player. Each exchange was like a carefully choreographed dance, his moves leading the way. I found myself on the defensive, constantly reacting to his aggressive yet controlled play. The way he trapped my bishop, leaving me no choice but to sacrifice it, was a move of someone who had spent considerable time mastering the intricacies of the game.
I spent the rest of the day in various classes and ensuring every corner of the dorm room was immaculate. I couldn't risk giving Alec any reason to rummage through my belongings. I tried to distract myself, but no matter what I did, I grappled with a looming sense of panic. Skating. The very thought made me cringe. My experience with skating was limited at best, restricted to a handful of childhood attempts on roller skates across a wooden floor. The memory of my one and only disastrous incident with inline skates, resulting in my body covered in bruises and a missed day of school, did little to bolster my confidence.But, like with everything else in my life these days, I couldn't just wallow. Determined to face my fears head-on, I decided to scope out the hockey practice.Sneaking into the auditorium, I found a discreet spot in the stands, my heart racing with anticipation and dread. Adrien's words earlier that day echoed in my mind. If I could figure out how to survive the hocke
The morning light filtered through the dorm room curtains as I stirred awake. Across the room, Alec was already up, immersed in a book with a cup of coffee in hand. He glanced up, offering a simple nod as he noticed me waking up. There was something about Alec that struck a balance between being present and giving space. His quiet respect for boundaries made sharing a room with him less daunting than I had initially feared.Living with a boy, a notion that once filled me with apprehension, now seemed surprisingly manageable. In fact, Alec's presence, far from being overwhelming, had quickly become a comforting constant. His meticulous nature, something I had pegged as potentially problematic, was turning out to be a trait I appreciated more each day.I realized I was adopting some of his cleanliness habits. Sharing a space with someone so orderly was positively influencing me – a side effect I hadn't anticipated.As I prepared for the day, I was thankful I remembered to wear a shirt
Coach's eyes were like a laser, sharp and piercing, as he surveyed me from head to toe. Standing on the cold ice, I felt the chill seep deep into my bones, a sensation dwarfed only by the icy scrutiny in Coach's stare. I battled the rising panic, the cold from the ice almost a welcome distraction from my anxiety. Fleeing would be my only choice if I were chosen for the skins team. It would mean abandoning the tryouts and possibly everything I had worked for. At least, amid the pervasive cold, my nervousness seemed more like a reaction to the temperature than outright terror. In his eyes, I must have been no more significant than a fleeting shadow, easily lost among the more formidable figures surrounding me. My presence was as inconsequential as a cobweb, easily swept away and forgotten in the corners of the rink. After what felt like an eternity, his answer came in little more than a grunt. "SHIRTS!" A wave of relief washed over me, sparing me from the bare-chested team. I wouldn't
In the whirlwind of emotions following the revelation that I'd made the team, a mix of elation and suspicion swirled within me. Why was my name there? Incredibly close to the top? It felt like a setup, a piece in a game I had yet to learn to play. Determined to uncover the truth, I mustered the courage to confront the coach directly, hoping to learn his intentions. If I understood his reasons, I could plan my next moves better. Surprisingly, the coach's office door was open. Pushing it, I stepped inside, immediately noticing a cell phone vibrating on the desk. I walked over to the desk in total disbelief, thinking it had to be an alarm that needed to be silenced or something. My heart jumped into my throat when I realized it was actually ringing. It was a direct line to the outside world, a rarity in this place. And what's more, this place seemed to operate on its own rules. It wasn't that cell phones didn't work here; it was they were blocked from working. This showed how deliber
The day before my fifteenth birthday should have been filled with anticipation and excitement, but instead, it was clouded by a turbulent storm of emotions. An intense argument with my mom had erupted seemingly out of nowhere, propelling me out the door and towards Grandpa's house for refuge. The fight had escalated quickly, my emotions boiling over until I found myself shouting, my words echoing with more anger and pain than I intended.I couldn't pinpoint exactly why the fight started. The triggers always seemed trivial retrospectively. However, beneath the surface was a deeper discord, mostly revolving around my mom's disapproval of the path I had chosen for myself. She had never hidden her disdain for my ambitions in chess. In her eyes, being a chess champion was a pursuit far beneath my potential. She believed I could achieve more conventional success. Success that looked impressive in the eyes of our small community and beyond.Her constant critique that I could, and should, as
The doctor arrived briskly, his steps echoing sharply on the tile floor. He began checking my vitals, his manner professional yet oddly distant. Almost like he didn't want to be here or something. I noticed his attention lingering too long on my neck as he worked. Panic flared in my chest. Was he noticing the absence of an Adam's apple? Did he suspect something off about me? Was he questioning my gender? After a tense minute, he finally spoke. "Did something get tangled around your neck when you fell on the ice?" His voice was neutral, but the question felt loaded and oddly probing. When I did not respond, he continued, "There are pretty serious ligature marks around your neck, son." "I was attacked by Cameron and his...friend Thomas. It wasn't just a petty argument. They deliberately tried to hurt me. I also saw his friend Thomas do similar things to others at tryouts. They are totally out of control." The doctor eyed me briefly before saying, "That doesn't explain the marks ar
Author‘s POVAlec had just returned from an unsettling ordeal at the hockey rink, where he had found James unconscious on the ice. With Peter's help, they managed to carry James to the infirmary. The nurse had assured them James would be okay but needed to rest, promptly ushering them out to allow him some peace. Still reeling from the incident, Alec wandered aimlessly back to the dorm, stopping first in the common room. He signaled for Kris, who was engrossed in a video game with other students. With a serious expression that immediately caught Kris's attention, Alec gestured for him to follow. Once back in their room, Alec relayed the events to Kris, whose concern quickly mirrored his own. "How did it happen?" Kris asked. "I'm not sure," Alec replied. "We might have to wait until James wakes up to understand the full story." The twins sat silently for a moment, the weight of the situation settling over them. It was Kris who broke the silence, his creative mind already ticking. "