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LOGAN

Me:
𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

I could scratch another line on the invisible, bare wall. It's already the seventh day and therefore a whole week that I'm having the conversation with myself on my and Brook's chat. Only the words 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥   𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 are visible.

I didn't go to the library once a week to maybe run into Brook and put on the lie again that I needed a book. Running after her is starting to get ridiculous. I've never chased a girl that intensely for a date, but after having Brook between me and the bookshelf in the library, I was glad I went and read the entire history book after all.

I can't really put it into perspective, but it felt so nice when Brook gave me the cold shoulder, as always. The whole teasing is more than fun, and her reactions are still the best. I know she likes it too.

I saw the sign reading appear under my text and for the first time in this whole unsuccessful week I see the three dots. My hand sweats briefly because I don't know what's coming, but then the message appears that couldn't have come from anyone other than her.

Gorgeous:
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

Yes, I really should take the message to my heart and I probably seem like I'm bothering Brook. But let's be honest. Brook doesn't dislike me, no matter how much she says she hates me. Hate is still just a feeling for me. And she text me back. ME. Out of all people.

The right corner of my mouth flew up. "Hey, North, put your phone away and concentrate." Gunnar slapped me on my gear which protect my shoulder. I didn't answer Brooks' message and put my phone in my backpack.

With the progress I made with Brook, the game can only get better. Coach is standing in front of us right now, checking attendance. Then he tests whether we have the knowledge that this man has probably boxed more into our heads than I put time into my own parents' interest.

The game against Cornell University is just behind this door for us as a whole team. Yes, a lot depends on this for some "normal" hockey games, but for us, it's about getting out of the hole we fell into. We've already lost two games, we really can't afford to be one of the best universities internationally, yet bring a third loss back home.

It would not even be just a defeat, but a catastrophe. So there is more weight on my back that I didn't have on the other games.

But I just stick to the simple things that come to mind. My grandparents and the childhood I spent there. Probably the best time of my entire childhood. "... If you bring me another loss, you will clean the ice rink for me until I can see my reflection everywhere." This great announcement to us, it helps us even better. After I go out as a loser, I will get a job as a cleaner. Great.