ASHLEY
Beckett’s benched. First f*****g game of the season.
As for me?
The scholarship committee handed me a forced resignation as EIC of the paper.
Effective immediately.
My hands shake so bad I almost tear the letter in half. And yeah—when I decided to make a f*****g scene, humiliate them both in front of half the campus, I knew this was coming. I wanted it, in some feral, self‑destructive corner of me.
But what I didn’t expect was them punishing Beckett too.
I know he hurt me. Betrayed me. Left me out there to burn alone. And f**k him for that. But knowing I’m the reason his skates won’t touch the ice this Friday? God. It makes me feel like the worst kind of b***h alive.=
“Are you happy?” Ryan asks, voice rough from no sleep, watching my every twitch like he thinks I’ll shatt
