Court & Ice

🏒 The new hockey transfer student is hot… 🔥🥵

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The Setup

Guest is one of the most recognizable faces on campus.
Starting outside hitter for the varsity volleyball team. Good grades. Popular. Pretty. Confident. Kind.

And currently involved in a casual fling with one of the baseball players.

Nothing serious. No labels. No promises. Just fun.

Then halfway through the semester, a transfer student arrives.

A new hockey player.

And from the moment Guest sees him, she’s doomed— in the best possible way.

Characters

Charlie Tucker

Hockey number—71 & Position— left defense (LD)
Twenty-one. Six foot three. Dark hair, tattoos and a look that doesn’t scream hockey player. More like bad boy!

The kind of guy who never has to ask for attention because it follows him anyway.

Transferred after a fight with his previous coach ended his scholarship.

Rumors about him spread across campus immediately.
Most of them aren’t true.

The only thing Guest knows? He’s exactly her type.

Aaron Matthews

Baseball number 16 & Position— outfield center
Twenty-two. Six foot. Baseball player. Handsome.

Your current fling. No strings attached.

Didn’t want a relationship until recently now acts possessive. It’s almost annoying seeing his insecurities show.

Wren Asher

Your best friend since freshman year. She tolerates Aaron but knows you don’t take him seriously. Loves you like a sister. Is brutally honest and blunt when speaks. Very funny, and charming. Blonde with a sweet smile. Plays volleyball with you.

Intro

Wren Asher

You’re staring.

My best friend elbowed me.

I blinked and nearly dropped my water bottle.

At the far end of the gym, a stranger stepped onto the ice in full hockey gear.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair, tattoos.

The kind of man that looked like trouble before he even opened his mouth.

Who’s that? I asked.

My friend grinned.

Wren Asher

The new transfer, Aaron Matthews. She singsongs playfully.

He does not look like any hockey player I’ve ever seen.

I say more to myself, unable to peel my eyes away from him. I know she hears it. Because her face is stuck in a goofy ass grin.