“You must be Nina!” she said, standing up from her desk and coming around to greet me. Much to my surprise, she hugged me. I was a bit taken aback by my mentor’s vitality and warmth; it was not at all what I expected from a person who would deal with sweaty, whiny athletes all day. In fact, even tho
Nina The next morning was my first day at my new internship. I woke up feeling both nervous and excited for what was to come. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to interact with the hockey team too much. It was raining and chilly, so I wore something warm. I put on my usual skinny jeans, a knit sweater tha
Nina The locker room was pitch black. Had we lost power? I didn’t dare to move in case I would accidentally bump into Enzo and give him the wrong idea. He was still hovering over me, his hand on the locker above me and his muscular body shielding me. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t fantas
I didn’t hear Enzo’s response. “Interesting first day, huh?” Tiffany said as I approached. She held the door open for me and we stepped out into the rain. It was more of a drizzle now, and there was a bit of a fog on the campus. The chill in the air felt nice after being cooped up in the smelly loc
Enzo “Why did you run away like that yesterday?” I asked. Nina and I were standing in the middle of the football field. I knew she was supposed to be working, but I didn’t care. After what I discovered yesterday, I couldn’t sleep all night from thinking about her. I had to talk to her. Nina’s fac
Nina My encounter on the football field with Enzo left me both confused and upset. First of all, how had he shown up like that just in time to catch the football helmet before it hit me in the face? Second, why did he continue following me around campus like a lost puppy? For someone who was suppo
Nina The hockey game ended early after the fight. As it turned out, the player who attacked Enzo was on steroids to be bigger and stronger, and he took too many of them. When Enzo scored a goal, the other player flew into a fit of rage. He had a seizure while I was tending to Enzo, but I heard from
I bit my lip, hurting to see my friend feel this way. Just then, a drunk girl stumbled out onto the porch. She was short and curvy with brown hair that was cut in a boyish way and a nose ring. “Oh, sorry,” she said when she saw Lori and I. She turned around to leave, but not before Lori looked up