“I don’t really have the money for a lawyer; that’s the whole thing.”
“You have two sisters with daddy’s black cards.” Sofie laughs.
“Um, one, just one sister with daddy’s black card. I was cut off when I left the island.” Nalani admits
“Are you shitting me?” Sofie gasps.
“I have enough money to get by. I have a trust fund that will pay for all of my college expenses when I get into one. That includes rent. I will be fine. Better than fine because I’m free.”
“Are you ever going to tell me”—Sofie waves her hand around—“us the story behind this move?”
“I will, but tonight, I just wanna be girls watching a hockey game. Can we do that?”
“You gonna need a drool bib?” I ask. “Because I have one.”
“Are you?” I shoot back, laughing.
“Kyle was good and bad, up until I realized the mirror over his headboard wasn’t because he was kinky; it was because he was looking at himself.”
“Shut up!” Noelle laughs.
“You’re not the only one who likes naughty books.” I wag my brows at Noelle. “But in real life, it’s a lot harder to distinguish between an alpha male and a beta bitch in alpha clothing.”
“Damn, girl, that’s the real deal talking.” Nalani nods.
And then, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a thrilling night of action between our Brooklyn Bears and the LA Lancers here at Costello Arena!”
Thankfully the crowd’s roar is dulled inside the box, so Savannah doesn’t get upset again.
“Are you ready for some hockey? It’s time to get loud, get on your feet, and show some love for your Brooklyn Bears!”
“Tonight, we’ve got a showdown you don’t wanna miss! The Bears are set to take on the Lancers, and you can feel the energy in the air already. Your first line is on the ice. Our Bears have remained undefeated so far but so have the Lancers.”
Nalani looks at me, and I shake my head, “I haven’t watched one game.”
“The puck is about to drop in just a few moments, so let’s make some noise and get this place rocking! Raise your glass and your team spirit because it’s game time, Brooklyn!”
The puck drops, and the Bears center snatches it quickly, hitting it to their right wing, who whizzes past one of their defensive men, passes it back to the center, who then passes it to the right wing, who has a shot, but the Lancer’s goalie stops it.
“And Kyle Dingy stops Smith’s shot!”
“Dingy?” Nalani asks. “I hope you gave Savannah your last name.”
“The announcer pronounced it wrong. It’s dingy, as in dirty,” I explain.
“Like that makes it any better,” Noelle murmurs and I can’t help but laugh,
“How do we not know your last name?” Sofie asks.
“I don’t know your last names. But mine is Holloway, and so is Savannah’s.”
“Mine is Kane, Sofie’s is Fairfax, and Noelle’s is Pembrooke.”
“Aw, you remember.” Noelle pouts.
“Please tell me your store is Pembrooke Books.” I grin.
“Totally is.” She beams.
