3. SECURITY ON CAMPUS
1250 Words
Fanny Rose POV
My first day in this new town was characterised by awkward silence. I begged street vendors for food because I was micro-managing the cash Luke gave me.
Then it hit me. If I was going to survive, I needed an environment where I could thrive effortlessly. So, I asked around and eventually found my way to Mavic City campus.
I stood there for hours, hassling the gate security and lying about having a sister inside, but they wouldn’t let me in until I met Bria, and everything changed.
“Why the hell would he be harassing you like that? You could’ve just called your sister to avoid all this embarrassment,” Bria sighed as she helped me with my backpack.
“Truth is, I don’t have a sister in here. I just needed to get in,” I answered while carefully trying to read her expression.
“What the heck?” she replied, staring at me in disgust. “So, what exactly brings you to Mavic City campus?”
I spent the next thirty minutes trying to convince her, but she wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t until I offered her my fancy makeup kits and a huge amount of cash that she finally agreed.
“Just one week,” she warned. “And you dare not touch my groceries.”
She quirked her lips afterward, and just like that, I had gotten myself a place to stay for the time being.
“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those messy roommates,” she nagged further.
“I’m stranded, not dirty,” I replied calmly.
Her brows lifted instantly. I liked that reaction. People always underestimated me during the first ten seconds.
The next morning, I roamed around campus like a lost soul, asking girls about skincare products, beauty trends, and where they bought their lip gloss. Most of them looked confused by the interrogation.
One girl finally frowned at me suspiciously. “Why are you investigating us like a detective?”
“Because pretty girls are predictable,” I answered casually. “You’ll skip meals before skipping skincare.”
That evening, I visited the local market, bought cheap beauty products, and started selling lip gloss from Bria’s dorm room. By the end of the week, girls kept knocking nonstop.
Bria stared at the growing pile of money on my desk before narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “You planned all this already?”
“I plan everything,” I replied lazily while counting the huge pile of cash.
“You’re scary,” she sighed in admiration.
“No,” I corrected softly. “I’m focused.”
At first, Bria hated taking orders from me. She was bossy, dramatic, and constantly complaining. “Why am I carrying these boxes again?”
“Because I said so. Remember, I’m the one buying the groceries.”
“You always say so!” she thundered in frustration.
“And you still listen,” I chipped in calmly.
One evening, she dropped dramatically onto her bed while I organized products beside the window.
“You know what annoys me most?” she groaned. “You always sound confident even when everything should be falling apart.”
I smirked slightly. “There’s no point panicking.”
Slowly, she started trusting me, not fully though. Bria never trusted easily, but I noticed the change when she began waiting for my opinion before making decisions.
One night, she admitted quietly, “I think I can only ever be your assistant.”
I looked up from my notebook immediately. “Does that bother you?”
“It should,” she muttered before jumping excitedly after making her tenth sale. “But somehow it doesn’t.”
Everything changed the day I passed the ice rink. I needed to enroll, but my paperwork was incomplete. In fact, it was nonexistent. I couldn’t retrieve my necessary documents from Kerrisdale.
My attention shifted toward this handsome coach yelling at three girls struggling through skating drills. I stood near the entrance for almost five minutes before finally speaking. “That turn is completely wrong.”
The entire rink went silent. The coach looked offended immediately. “You wanna repeat that?” he belched while raising his brows at me.
“You’re teaching them to force their balance too late,” I explained while stepping closer. “That’s why their turns look stiff.”
One of the girls folded her arms instantly. “And who exactly are you?”
Instead of answering, I grabbed a spare pair of skates lying lazily by the rink side.
The moment I stepped onto the ice, my body remembered everything. The cold air, the sharp glide, the beautiful danger of speed. And suddenly, all the memories of my days in Kerrisdale came flooding back like a storm.
Then I made the turn. Smooth, perfect, and effortless. Even the sound of the blades cutting through the ice felt elegant. Their jaws dropped instantly.
“What the hell?” they chorused in unison.
The coach stared at me like he had just discovered treasure buried beneath snow. “Where did you learn that?”
“Training is ended, Avary. Gather the girls and go get changed,” the coach ordered immediately.
The next few minutes, he introduced himself and the girls to me. For the next thirty minutes, he kept asking questions about my old campus before suggesting he could get me properly enrolled just so I could join his team for the championship campaign.
The next three days, I temporarily abandoned selling and followed him around while he forged documents through one old café owner and got me properly enrolled for a part-time programme.
The very next morning, he dragged me straight into training. And just like that, my ice hockey journey began. Getting me to training became his continual routine, one morning after another. Soon, the girls became part of my circle.
Esther constantly asked, “Fanny, how do I improve my stops?”
Juliet would complain dramatically, “Coach explains too much. Just let Fanny teach us.”
Even Avary, who naturally hated almost everybody, started copying my movements during practice.
Coach Kyle eventually sighed one afternoon before tossing his whistle onto the bench. “At this point, you coach them better than I do.”
I smiled innocently. “Glad you finally noticed.”
The school almost refused to let me play because I wasn’t officially enrolled in the sports programme, but Kyle practically fought the administration for me.
“She’s carrying this entire team,” he argued angrily. “Figure something out.”
Eventually, they created a minimal enrollment arrangement just so I could play. After that, I naturally took over everything. People listened whenever I spoke. Players followed my instructions instinctively. Even the team captains started consulting me before matches.
“You’re becoming a little tyrant,” Esther complained once.
I shrugged casually. “Winning requires leadership.”
“No,” Juliet corrected dramatically. “Winning requires whatever weird goddess aura you have.”
During our championship campaign, we became unstoppable. Until the semifinal. I still remember the horrifying sound my body made when I slammed violently into the rink barrier. Pain exploded through my leg instantly. The crowd gasped.
Kyle rushed toward me, looking genuinely terrified while Avary cursed beside him. Tears welled in Juliet and Esther’s eyes as all their hopes of winning had shattered alongside my injury.
“Don’t move her yet!” Kyle barked desperately while running toward me
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