The Captain's Shadow — Begging Ethan Cole

I wanted to snatch my diary back. He laughed and threw the diary. The notebook flew across half the gym and landed at Ethan's feet. Ethan, what does it feel like to be liked by Big Jane? Everyone's eyes turned to him in an instant. I stood there, face pale.

Ethan picked up the diary and started flipping through it. I lowered my head, not daring to look. He had crossed half the gym and walked up to me. Stop writing.

He handed the diary to me. The exact same hands. Now, I shook his hand. Ellie Brooks.

Ellie, what are you in charge of? Rehab and post-game therapy. He nodded, withdrew his hand, and turned to leave. Outside the locker room, people were talking about me.

I lowered my head and sorted bandages. Actually, three years ago, everyone here knew me and laughed at me too. Only back then, I was called Jane. Coach Sylvie patted my shoulder.

Ellie, I read your sports rehab tracking project application. It looks good. My eyes lit up. But the subjects are varsity players involving team training data.

So it needs the captain's signature. She raised her chin toward the ice where Ethan was still training. This is tied to my scholarship. The scholarship is tied to my mom's treatment, which means three years later, here I am, having to beg Ethan Cole