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As long as I don’t get kicked out of the game

Don’t do that, but you will get lucky

Hit douchebag as hard as possible without getting kicked out…on it

My hero! >

Anything for my girl

I’m nervous. I can’t remember the last time I’ve beenthisnervous. All because Troy invited me to his game.

Not just any game. The game against Boston.

And my fucker of an ex.

That look on his face when he asked? The curl of his lips? The way he batted his eyes at me?

I couldn’t say no.

When it comes to Troy, I find it hard to say anything but yes.

Pulling my red and black SDU hoodie over my head, I take a final deep breath before leaving my room. If I’m lucky, Harper will be gone tonight. I’m sure there’s a study group somewhere that she needs to go to.

“Where are you off to?” Harper asks. “It’s a Thursday night. Don’t you have early class tomorrow?”

Damn it. Not that lucky, I guess.

“Sporting event.”

“Wait…” Her blue eyes give me an assessing stare. “The only thing happening tonight is the hockey game. There’s no way you’d be going tothisgame.”

“Why aren’t you going?” I deflect.

“I have my big presentation to get ready for tomorrow for the ed school. I’ll see Marcus tomorrow after. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Crap. I knew better than to let that skate by her.

“Troy invited me.”

“And does he know your history with a certain Boston player?”

I nod.

“Oh, this is good. Troy is going to level Kyle! I wish I could go.”

“Your presentation is more important than the game.”

“Besides,”—Harper waves me off—“with the playoffs coming up, I’ll have more games to go to.”

“They haven’t made it in yet.”

Even though they are in the top of their conference and will likely get an automatic spot, anything could happen in the next few weeks.

The team got off to a strong start after the holidays. I hated that right when I got back, Troy left.

The life of an athlete. Something I’ll have to get used to, like I’ve found myself getting used to other things about him.

The way butterflies swarm my stomach every time I even think about him. The way I dream about his smile. Or the way his eyes light up when he figures out the answer to a problem.