Kade
Luke eventually tossed his hoodie to his little sister so she could cover up. Although she was clearly on the verge of dying from sheer embarrassment, she looked relieved after quickly zipping up the hoodie.
Even with the hoodie, she stood out like a sore thumb next to her friends.
I knew the weather outside, and they were dressed appropriately for the conditions inside the stadium, too. All three wore either long-sleeve t-shirts and shorts or short-sleeve shirts and long pants.
But May Willson looked like she was ready to enjoy herself in the richest parts of Hudson—imagine a knock-off version of Beverly Hills.
A week had passed since the first announcement of this minor change to our schedule. The rest of that week, Coach kept his word—like the sadistic psycho he was—and made me and the idiots I call friends work on the ice like nobody’s business. My shoulder was still stiff from the constant practice shots.
A few media majors had been assigned projects, and this group chose the ice hockey team as their guinea pigs.
So here we were, the team—still in our practice gear—sitting in the bleachers while the media majors explained their project.
“Why have you been keeping your sister a secret, man?” Jordan Styles—Grant calls him Harry for obvious reasons—slapped an arm over Luke’s shoulder. “I could’ve been your brother-in-law by now.”
Luke barely suppressed a laugh. “First of all, get your arm off me. Second, I didn’t keep her a secret; none of you asked.” He shrugged, looking unbothered.
Jordan blinked, eyes widening in mock seriousness. “Then do I have your permission to ask for her hand in marriage?” He grabbed Luke’s hand in an over-the-top gesture.
“Fuck off.” Luke yanked his hand away, and the guys laughed at Jordan’s dramatic proposal.
I noticed Dylan tense up slightly in his seat. My stepbrother was the most predictable person ever, his emotions always right on his sleeve.
He was clearly jealous.
“Is it just me, or if we could get a wig and slap it on Willson’s head, he’d strangely look just as hot as she does? But with more muscle?” Grant asked bluntly. Everyone, including Willson, turned to him.
“You concern me, Nelson,” Luke said, shaking his head. Grant just blew him a kiss.
“If we could have your attention, please,” Rosa Alonso’s heavy accent cut through the chatter. She reminded me of a younger Sofía Vergara.
“We asked your coach if we could film you guys on and off the ice,” the only guy among the group said.
“We’ll conduct interviews too,” Maggie Miller added.
“With your consent, of course,” May said quickly, “But we’d really appreciate it if you all participated. You have the right to tell us to back off if any questions get too personal.”
“Which is why,” Maggie shot May a quick, almost comical glare before turning back to us with a polite smile, “You’ll get to review the questions before we start filming.”
Drew was the first to raise his hand. “Yes?”
“Will you be uploading it on the internet?” Drew asked almost sheepishly.
Rowan grimaced as if he’d bitten into something bitter. “Who the hell says ‘internet’ like that anymore?”
“I was nervous, okay?” Drew mumbled.
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Rivals
Romance"Hello, my dear significant bother." "And here I thought chivalry was dead." As a freshman media major, May's assignment is to create a documentary on the college's ice hockey team, forcing her to work with Kade, her brother's best friend's older br...
