Chapter 3
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Corner’s POV
The words "party at my place" barely left my mouth before the corridor exploded.
”but not tonight though”
“Ohhhhh” Everyone echoed
“Don’t worry, preparations are being made”
Cheers erupted. Whistles.
Moving to the State finals did that, it made you feel untouchable, like the world owed you another high-five.
Becky appeared almost immediately.
Lead cheerleader. Pretty smile. But average looks.
She slipped her arm around mine, pressing closer than necessary, laughing too loud, making sure everyone saw. I didn't stop her. Not because I wanted her but because tonight was a win, and wins came with noise, attention, expectations.
So I played along.
As I walked down the corridor, the crowd flowed with me. Teammates behind. Students trailing. My name is still buzzing in my ears from the ice rink.
Corner. Corner. Corner.
I caught a scent, soft and unfamiliar cutting through the chaos.
Not perfume.
Something cleaner. Colder. Like winter air just before snowfall.
I slowed without realising it.
And the world… tilted.
She was walking toward me, alone, as if the corridor had made space just for her. Her hair danced freely with the breeze from the open windows, dark strands catching the light as she had her earpiece on. Her uniform was neat, precise, like she respected it, not wore it because she had to. She had a nice figure too.
Her legs were pale and flawless, moving with quiet confidence.
Her face, calm. Untouched by the noise. Not curious. Not impressed.
Unbothered.
For a second, everything else was blurred.
The voices. The laughter. Even Becky’s grip on my arm.
She hummed.
Soft. Low. A tune I didn't recognise, but it settled somewhere deep in my chest, like it had always been there and I was only just hearing it.
As she passed, the crowd parted instinctively.
People whispered.
Gasps followed her like shadows.
I didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Becky tugged at my arm, her nails digging into my sleeve. "Corner," she snapped, jealousy sharpening her voice.
I barely felt it.
All I could do was turn my head and watch her walk away, straight-backed, unhurried, untouched by the frenzy she left behind.
"Who is she?"
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
.....
The locker room buzzed long after the final whistle.
Sweaty jerseys hit the benches. Helmets thudded onto the floor. Someone turned on the speakers, and our victory chant filled the room, loud, messy, unstoppable. We sang off-key, laughed too hard, shoved each other like kids who'd just cheated fate.
Wins did that to you.
Coach stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, eyes sharp but proud. One whistle blast cut through the noise, and slowly, the room settled.
"Look at you all," he said, voice firm but warm. "This wasn't luck. This wasn't talent alone. This was discipline. Trust. Brotherhood."
He paced slowly, meeting each of our eyes.
"You took hits. You bled. You didn't fold. That's what separates players from champions."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room.
Coach turned, pointing straight at me.
"And every team needs someone who doesn't just lead on the ice but carries the weight when it matters."
He raised his voice.
"Let's hear it for our star player."
"Corner White!"
The room erupted.
Claps. Whistles. Someone wolf-howled. Andrew winked at me as I stood, rubbing the back of my neck with a grin I couldn't hold back.
"Thank you," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "For trusting me. For letting me lead you, not just as your captain, but as your friend."
I looked around at them, at my guys.
"We're not done yet. We march straight into the semifinals."
The response was instant.
We gathered close, arms slung over shoulders, foreheads touching.
I shouted, "What's our creed?"
"We will take the games home!" they roared back.
The sound echoed off the lockers.
Then we broke apart, laughing, shoving, alive.
………
Out in the hallway, Andrew wouldn't shut up.
"So tell me why ditching two girls last night felt like a personal achievement," he said, nudging my shoulder.
I nodded absently, my eyes scanning the corridor.
"Hey," Andrew snapped his fingers in front of me. "You listening at all?"
"Yeah," I lied.
He smirked. "You're searching. And don't insult me by pretending otherwise."
I frowned. "I'm not looking for anyone."
"Oh please," he laughed. "Don't tell me it's that girl, the one who walked through the hallway like she owned the school."
My jaw tightened.
"She looked dangerous, man," Andrew continued. "Not your usual type. Besides, you already have two girls clinging to you, always ready to help you out. Let me have this one, she looked like a full snack."
I scoffed. "First of all, I don't have any woman in my life right now."
Andrew raised a brow. "What about Anika or Becky?"
"We both know I treat Anika as a sister and Becky is just there for fun and besides I'm getting bored”
He burst out laughing.
"Dude"
I smacked the back of his head.
"Let's go have something to eat.”
”owwww.”
We turned toward the cafeteria.
Andrew and I hadn't gone far when the noise hit us.
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The dining hall was packed, too packed and the air felt wrong. I heard grunts, chairs scraping harshly against the floor, voices overlapping in uneasy murmurs.
"The new student just got into a fight…"
My stomach tightened.
I smirked. What has the new girl gotten herself into?
I could use this opportunity to my advantage. Saving the hot damsel in distress.
I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
She stood at the centre of it all calm, composed while a guy twice her size was bent forward in front of her, his face twisted in pain.
Her fingers were locked around his hand, twisting his joints with surgical precision. She looked so calm, like she didn't care about the stares or getting into trouble either.
Another i***t rushed her from behind. But she pivoted smoothly, her heel snapping backwards.
The kick landed clean against his chest, sending him crashing to the floor with a wheeze that knocked the air from his lungs.
She didn't even look at him.
Her attention never left the first guy.
For some reason, she looked oddly familiar.
The room went silent.
She leaned in, her voice low but sharp enough to slice through the air.
"Now listen carefully."
Her grip tightened. The guy whimpered.
"If anyone tries to bully me," she said calmly, "or approach me without permission"
She twisted again. He cried out.
"This," she continued, unfazed, "will be their fate."
She paused.
"Or worse."
The silence was suffocating.
She leaned closer, her tone dropping into something colder.
"And don't even think of looking at me with lust."
Then she released him.
The guy collapsed, clutching his hand, shaking.
She crouched gracefully, lowering herself until her red lips brushed his ear.
"Run," she whispered.
He didn't hesitate.
He scrambled up and bolted, disappearing into the crowd like his life depended on it.
Because it probably did.
The hall exploded into whispers.
"Who does she think she is?"
"She's scary…"
"She looks powerful”
I didn't take my eyes off her.
She stood there for a moment longer, unbothered, untouched by the noise, she then adjusted her uniform like nothing had happened.
"What's her name?" I asked, my gaze never leaving her tiny frame.
"Snow Grey" someone whispered behind me.
"She's the new transfer student," another voice added.
Snow.
Interesting.
Andrew let out a low chuckle beside me.
"Wow," he said. "Grey, your first impression is… alarming."
I didn't laugh.
"I guess," Andrew continued, fake disappointment coating his tone, "she's not the kind of girl who needs a knight in shining armour."
No.
She looked like the kind who burned the castle down herself.
“What is going on here”
Gasps filed the hall.
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