A DEAL WITH MY HOCKEY PLAYBOY

Hephzibah’s POV My biggest mistake wasn’t falling for my stepbrother. It was letting his rival discover every filthy detail I’d written about it. "It's time for the semi-final round of the hockey game of the year! Will the Blades take over like before, or will the freshman be the champion of the season?" The presenter’s voice echoed loudly in the basement while the game was still ongoing. Still reapplying my lip gloss, I stood up to cheer for the winning team last year—the most exciting game ever: hockey sports. The pitch was filled with tension as students cheered them up. "It's senior Newton Thomas, the champion in the Winter Classic Championship. Can he lead the team again to back-to-back victories before he graduates?" the presenter announced as Newton led his team against their opponents. I looked up at him, admiring his massive amber. My hands clasped together, praying he would carry the cup for his team. There goes Newton again on the pitch, passing it over to his team. Oh no—his opponent Zed Dave takes over." I looked at the time—just a few seconds left in the game. "Five seconds, and yet it was a draw score from both team," I sighed heavily “GOAL!” Everyone screamed, but I shuddered my shoulders, disappointed. Zed had scored the goal, not Newton. "Zed Nate scores the final shot!" the presenter shouted. Everyone cheered in joy for the new team. "The freshman superstar gets the win," the presenter announced again. "Zed Nate scores the final shot!" the presenter yelled. The crowd exploded in cheers. "The freshman superstar gets the win! From Newton Thomas to Zed Dave—there's a new MVP!" I walked away out of the basement. I was still pissed, but then I realized my phone wasn’t in my bag. I must’ve left it inside the locker room when I went in earlier before the game started. I sneak back into the locker room, avoiding the attention of the players that rushed in. I walked in closely—I heard Newton’s voice. “I think I’ve fallen for her,” he announced to his best friend and one of his teammates, Jason laughing softly. “She goes by the name, ICEQUEEN17. She’s... different from other girls on campus. I don’t know who she is, but I’m planning to reveal myself to her at the victory party.” My heart skipped "ICEQUEEN17?" It was me!!! I pulled back in fear, not knowing what to do about the situation. He was in love with the anonymous me—he had no clue it was the girl who lived right under the same house. I locked my locker quietly before they noticed someone eavesdropping —but then I heard a push from behind, flipping me down to my feet. My MacBook fell to the floor. “hellllooo... watch it, Miss Glasses,” a voice said from behind. Zed-- the most annoying hockey team playboy ever. Newton's worst rival and enemy in school. I picked up my MacBook from the floor, noticing a bend and scratch. "You stupid ass!" I looked up and pushed the MacBook into his hands. I need it repaired — so clean. Bring it in before 6 p.m today. Got it" I said, turning away from him. "So rude. Where's my 'please' and 'thank you,' Miss Glass?" he said, but I ignored him, heading to the exit. “He's every girl's dream hockey player in the game, gliding across the ice to everyone," I paused for a minute. "When I see him on the pitch, in the locker room, or in the bathroom, my heart shivers like a thousand flies. My body becomes so tense—to have crazy s*x with him," he read aloud. I froze. The MacBook is still unlocked. I forgot to put those passwords in. "I didn't know you were such a poet," he smiled, then continued. "He holds the long, brown hockey stick so perfectly—just the way I want to hold his prick." His eyes widened. I tried to take the MacBook from him, but my hands were shorter than his reach. "I can't wait to suck the c*m with his own prick in my hands," he read. I struggled to take the MacBook from him. "Hand it over!" I shouted. He pushed me away with his left hand. "Oh god, that's pure erotic imagination you wrote about someone," he laughed, my hands still flipping in the air to get the MacBook away. "Wait—is that p**n you're writing?" he asked, looking at the sexy picture uploads on the page. I got so angry. "Give it to me, now!" I screamed. My hands touched his broad chest. It was the first time I had felt abs like that. Massive. We stared at each other, saying nothing. "The only players that have a thick hockey stick for the game are Newton and me," he said. "Who's the star of your s****l fantasies, Miss Glasses? Your stepbrother?" he asked. I couldn't say anything, dumbfounded, unsure of what to reply. “You write fanfiction? Wow. And it’s spicy... real spicy.”" he asked again, kept scrolling. “Give it back, Zed,” I warned him, struggling hard to take it away from him but he moved back, holding it over his head. "Wait a minute," he looked at me with irritation, his eyes focused on the MacBook. "You're the one who spiked his drink that day—the admin caught him almost having a one-night stand at the last graduation party. You are the s*x and the campus masked girl who lured him into the bathroom," he said, pulling the MacBook down. I quickly held his mouth shut. "Everyone already thinks the villain was me, Zed for sneaking alcohol into the party because he couldn't stand up, not knowing you spiked his drink," he yelled at me, pulling my hands away from his lips. My biggest secret was now with my worst enemy. Then his eyes narrowed at something else on the screen. His expression changed. He scrolled slowly, his jaw dropped. “Wait a minute...” “What?” I asked, but I'd inside. He blinked twice, staring at me as he strolled down to the next page. My hands flip in the air to get the MACBOOK away from his hands. “Newton... ICEQUEEN17... Wait, I'm not thinking straight,” he said slowly, reading the next page of the article. He looked at me again, stunned. “You’re ICEQUEEN17?” My heart sank inside. “Holy Jesus--you’re the anonymous girl Newton’s been texting?” he closed the MacBook, still stunned. I couldn't breathe. “And he’s in love with you,” Zed responded, reading the article carefully. “The whole time, he’s been talking about this mystery girl who gets him...” “You're not just his stepsister with a dirty little fantasies —you're the girl he's been chasing online,” he whispered slowly, still shocked. “You’ve been playing both roles.” "What should I do?" I felt stupid and exposed. I pushed him against the locker. "Don't you ever tell anyone—even Newton," I pleaded. "Are you threatening me?" he asked. "Zed, listen to me!" I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. "You have to …keep this a secret." I looked at him, wiping my tears. "What... what do you mean?" He said angrily, scratching his wet hair. “But it would come with a price,” he said. “What do you want?” I pleaded He drew closer to me.