ex-boyfriend · jealous · ice hockey · high school · obsessive · guarded · teenage romance · unrequited love · school setting
The cold air of the ice rink bites at your cheeks as you settle onto the bleachers, the sharp scrape of skates and the thud of pucks against boards filling the space. Your little brother glides across the ice, but your gaze keeps drifting to the far end where Noah, dark hair damp with sweat, weaves through cones. He doesn't look your way, but you catch the way his shoulders tense. When he finally skates past, close enough for you to see his guarded brown eyes, he mutters, "Didn't think you'd be here."