CHAPTER3
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CHAPTER 3
Jasmine
As expected, the entire Campus was talking about the game the next morning.
However, what I didn't expect was for everyone's attention to be on me.
I forgot how to breathe and almost tripped on myself.
When I saw Nancy sitting in a corner of the Cafeteria, I felt so grateful to have her in my life.
I hurriedly walked over to her, struggling to ignore the stares.
"Hello?" I waved my hand in her face when she did not acknowledge my presence.
"Jas." She blinked and forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Nancy was always so cheerful. It was like she had rainbow flowing through her veins and not blood. So seeing her in this state was very concerning.
"Is this about the game?" She had been so certain that the wolves were going to keep the Cup.
"I don't get it." She dropped her fork.
"The Titans were good, yeah but not better than the wolves. There's absolutely no way they could have won. Something feels wrong."
Why wasn't she asking me why the Captain had walked up to me?
"I wish I had seen things for myself." She cussed under her breath.
"What?"
"I got a call from my mom concerning my sister so I had to leave after the wolves scored their last point." She continued to cuss angrily.
"Oh! How is she?" I quickly changed the subject of discussion.
"She's out of coma already but the doctors assured us that she'll be fine."
Nancy's sister was diagnosed with Leukemia two years ago.
Sometimes, I wonder how Nancy could manage going through all that with her family.
"Northridge never loses finals." She continued talking about the game.
I ate in silence, not wanting to push the conversation further.
But I could not forget what happened at the game.
Not when the whole school glared at me like I was the reason Northridge had lost and most certainly not where I still felt the ache in my chest.
"You picked the wrong f*****g school."
His words hadn't stopped replaying in my head.
"Jasmine!" Nancy's voice snapped me out of my head.
"Are you okay?" She stared at me, concerned.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, I was speaking to you but you zoned out. Did you see her?"
What was she talking about?
She leaned forward, "They're saying the Captain lost focus because of a girl in the crowd."
My hands froze but luckily, Nancy didn't notice.
"Sounds like a rumor to me." I shrugged and quickly hid my hands under the table.
"Maybe. The almighty Captain Damon of Northridge wolves being distracted by some girl? That sounds so fabricated."
"But if it is true, then she's as good as dead." Nancy continued eating like she hadn't just informed me of my death sentence.
"What?" My voice barely came out in a whisper.
"Think about it," She paused to properly chew her food.
"This should have been Coach Robert's one thousandth win but she ruined it. This should have made four years perfect winning streak for the wolves but she ruined it. From what I've heard, the Captain is very competitive and cold too."
"If a rookie player makes a mistake and almost costs them the game, he's thrown off the team immediately. He barely even has a personal relationship with anyone on the team. He's not going to overlook losing the Cup because of a girl."
"The whole school will be riding her ass, she'll probably be banned from attending future games. Hopefully, the wolves do not arrange for her assassination before the next season."
"However you might decide to look at it, she's as good as dead."
With each word she said, my heart beat louder and blood continued to drain from my body.
"You picked the wrong f*****g school."
That was a threat.
And if Nancy meant every word she said, Captain Damon wasn't not going to let me go.
I ruined his game and he was going to make sure I paid, dearly.
A cold chill ran down as the realization dawned on me.
I grabbed my bag and quickly stood up,
"I have class."
Nancy frowned amidst her struggle with the regularly undercooked turkey.
"Already?"
"Not actually. I have a meeting with Professor Baldwin. I'll see you later."
"Wait-!"
I ignored Nancy and walked out of the Cafeteria.
"It's not that serious." I whispered to myself under my breath.
Why would anyone want to murder someone because they lost a game?
It's just one stupid game.
If they're as good as Nancy claims they are, they should be able to get the Cup back from the Titans next year.
There's no way Damon got distracted by me and lost the game.
He probably has a health issue or something.
He couldn't have paused like that on the ice because of me.
Then why did he look so mad at me- like he hated me.
It had to be a weird coincidence.
Maybe I looked like someone he knew.
"I knew it." I sighed as I stopped in front of the Professor's office.
I should never have attended the game.
I knocked twice before entering the office.
"Good morning, Professor....." The words died right on top of my tongue before I could complete my sentence.
Instead of Professor Baldwin, someone else stood behind his desk.
Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, cold green eyes that carried so much hatred.
The scowl on his face made me jump in fear.
"W.... what are you doing here?" I could barely speak without shaking.
"What does a student do in a Professor's office, Jasmine?" My name rolled off his tongue with so much ease, like it wasn't his first time saying it.
How did he even know my name?
He left the desk and started advancing toward me.
With each step he took toward me, I took another backward.
We continued like this until my back hit the wall, trapping me between his temptingly warm body and the cold wall.
What was it with this guy?
The closer he was to me, the more I wanted to bolt.
He made me feel so uneasy that I struggled to remain on my feet instead of following the instinctive urge to fall to my knees before him.
"Look at me."
I looked up immediately.
It wasn't an action I intentionally committed.
My body moved at his command.
"I need you," He lowered his head until his face was practically buried in my neck.
I could have sworn that I felt something wet on my exposed skin.
"D....D....Damon." I moaned.
I f*****g moaned.
Instinctively, my hands moved to his hair and pushed his face further into my neck.
"f**k," He cussed before snapping of whatever had made him lick my neck.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head with one hand, with an inhumane speed.
With his second hand, he held my face painfully.
I could feel something sharp digging into my face and drawing blood.
"I need you to leave this school, Jasmine."
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