Val
Yes Iz.
S M U T
S L U T S
Also, Aimee if you make the team, I’m writing a sports romance next!
Jessa
IF? IF? I think you mean WHEN
Val
FINE, WHEN you make the team, I’m writing a sports romance in your honor.
Aimee
Eloise
MY GIRL will 100% be on the next U.S. Olympic Team
Ellory
Oh SHIT, that’s today isn’t it?
Good Luck!
Rowan
You seriously need to write shit down on a calendar, Elly. You’re terrible with dates.
Ellory
Rowan
ily
Isabella
How’s Asher?
I feel the grin slowly slide off my face at her question.
He should have been here by now. The fluorescent lights painted everything harsh and bright. The palpable energy of the crowd in the stands washed the arena in a loud hum. It always amazed me how they could be so quiet and captivated, but still made so much noise.
I took a deep breath.
A body rushed past me, stopping at the rink wall. She was younger than me, though maybe only by a few years. I could see the excitement radiating from her.
“Sorry about that,” a deep voice behind me said, “She’s really excited to be here.”
I turned my head, and my breath caught—but only for a moment, before I smiled at the guy walking in. He was tall,broad shoulders, with tousled dark hair, dark brown eyes, and a smile that made my cheeks flush.
“She’s Aimee Bryant’s biggest fan, and begged me to bring her,” he said.
“Well, I hope she doesn’t disappoint.”
