Lies on Ice

Chapter 1

Jenifer's Pov

Sometimes I wish I was free to live life like my roommates. Take Ellen Braide for example, she seems to be hooking up with a new guy every week.

Maggie, that found her soulmate in high school and he went on to follow her to the same university now they are the most famous campus couple, I mean you can't see one without seeing the other.

Or Trisha who is practically married if you count Vegas weddings, they were in Vegas for summer and her boyfriend Jeremy had said "why not let's get married" and so they did.

But here I am juggling between my studies and from one part time job to the other. All because my mother placed a man above everything else.

Why can't I be a young heiress like Ellen for crying out loud, instead I'm here scrubbing toilets in this disgusting hockey bathroom. "Well scrub now enjoy later I guess'

My scholarship can only cover so much so while my friends are out partying or hooking up I have a part time job or the other.

Well good distraction to rubbish and by rubbish I mean boys.

Except Jacob Smith, he's an absolute sweetheart.

Oh f**k! It's almost time before the hockey players come for practice I better hurry up and leave before they come.

I finish cleaning the bathrooms, picked up the laundry bag I already gathered earlier and hurriedly leave and as soon as I opened the door I bumped into someone.

I apologized and excused myself without looking up to see who it was, hockey players were a big no. No entry zone. Oh but that perfect Cologne, hmmm

This is my Tuesdays and Thursdays routine. One would think getting into McGale university was the ultimate life achievement but I'd die on the hill of difference.

"Hey you dropped this" I heard someone say as I was down the Hall, I turn to see Bill Beloony holding a small face towel, it must have fallen down when I bumped into him.

Bill Beloony had that perfect Cologne, off course he does, it had to be that expensive because I can still smell it on me, who better to wear such expensive Cologne than the young prince of McGale, the hockey Captain and youngest Pro recruit.

And of course he just has to arrive 30mins before practice to prove what to who exactly. I hate hockey players but I hate rich privilege hockey players that act like the school revolves around him.

I move to him to get the towel from him and as soon as I stretch my hand to take it, he let's go and drops it on the floor.

"Oops" he said with a smirk "I'm sorry" He added with that corny smile still on his lips.

Oh what I would give to wipe that smile off his face forever. I bend down to pick up the towel and he kicks it away with his leg.

"Oops" He said again now fully smiling as he walks back to the locker room.

I hate boys but I hate Bill Beloony the most. We've practically being arch enemies after I mistook his name for Bill Balloons during a games commentary and proceeded to throw up at him at the after games party.

Social media made memes out of it for a long time and he hasn't forgiven me ever since.

The crazy thing is I tend to see him everywhere as we share a joint class together and no matter where I sit he always has a way of sitting just above me.

The other day he got paper shreds in my curls and I went to work at Roodneys like that.

Yeah he's the worst.

I finally picked up the towel placed it in my laundry bag and walked to the laundry area where I dropped it off before finally getting some alone time for myself.

Who am I kidding, I have assignments that are almost due and I need to turn it in tonight.

I go to check my bike but what do I see a flat tire, this is not the first time my perfectly fine tires get flat everytime I have clean up duties here, now I have to roll my bike and walk the long way back to the hostel.

I finally got to the hostel exhausted and sweating wanting nothing but to take s hot shower and sleep. The assignment would have to wait till tomorrow morning before I can hurriedly do it before class.

There's no one at the hostel when I get there, we are 4 girls sharing the space, we have a joint living room and bathroom but separate rooms and no kitchen because we're not allowed to cook in the hostels.

Except again you're a rich ass hockey player who has an entire frat house to you and your and friends with everything needed to have a comfortable life.

As I get closer to my room I heard sounds coming from my door, no it better not be what I'm thinking.

I open the door and I see Ellen on top of no other person than Jacob Smith, riding him to oblivion.