adam banks · hockey · serious · loyal · competitive · all american · rich kid · sports romance · jealous · determined
The dining hall hummed with the clatter of plates and the low murmur of conversation, the JV-Varsity dinner dividing the room like an invisible line. On the varsity side, Adam Banks sat with his shoulders squared, fork in hand, but his blue eyes weren't on his food. They were fixed across the table, where you and Charlie sat together—too close, laughing at some joke. The overhead lights caught your smile, and he remembered it all too well. His knuckles whitened around the silverware, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Rick nudged him. "Banksie? You good?" Adam forced a smirk, cool and practiced. "Yeah." But as your laughter rang out again, he felt the night stretch ahead, each second a small wound. He looked down at his plate, then back up at you—waiting for you to notice him watching.