Chapter TwoXanderCoach had been killing our asses on the rink, making us work twice as hard and I didn't mind it one bit. I knew we could use it, especially with the home games coming up. Hockey was my life, and I had every intention of going pro. Thankfully, I was already halfway there with the scouts of NHL keeping a close eyes on me. Ego aside, I was really good. So fucking good. And these fuckers knew it."That's my man," Wade said, holding up his hand for a high five. "You killed it out there.""Don't I always?" I winked, slapping his hand.He shook his head, smirking. "Come on, coach wants a word."Didn't he always after a game?I followed Wade, heading off the ice and into the locker room, where the rest of the team was already gathering. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and that sharp, familiar scent of the rink. Guys were pulling off helmets, tossing them aside, and chugging water like they'd been stranded in the desert. The room buzzed with post-practice energy,
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