Page 10 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Why? You interested?”

I glare at him. “Just answer the question.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Relax, bro. They probably went out back. Maya’s friend isn’t exactly into the party scene.”

“What’s her name?”

Caleb looks at me, eyes narrowing as he studies my face. “Why? You’re really asking about her?”

“Yeah, and?”

He smirks, like he knows something I don’t. “Her name’s Remy. She’s Maya’s new roommate. Why? You thinking about making a move?”

I don’t answer, just push past him and head for the back door, but I am way too late because neither girls are anywhere to be seen.

Fuck!

Class drags.

I’m sitting in the back of the lecture hall, barely paying attention. Some bullshit about economics—like I give a damn. It’s my third year here at Blackridge, and all I care about is hockey. The longer I stick around, the closer I am to making it to the NHL. To getting my shot at the Stanley Cup, just like my dad.

The professor’s voice drones on, talking about supply chains or some shit, but all I hear is the dull hum of voices, keyboards clacking, and the occasional cough. I tap my pen against the desk, staring out the window. This place is just a stepping Coburn. Hockey’s the real deal. Everything else? Just noise.

When class finally ends, I pack up my stuff and head out into the hallway. Caleb’s waiting for me near the lockers, leaning against the wall with his phone in hand.

“Yo,” he says, glancing up as I approach. “Class fun?”

“Fucking thrilling,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “I need something from you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What now? Another party you’re ditching?”

I shake my head. “Nah. I need all the info you can get about Remy.”

“Remy?” His brow furrows in confusion, and then it hits him. “Oh, Maya’s friend from last night?”

“Yeah, her.”

He smirks, clearly amused. “Why?”

“Just get me the info, alright?”

Caleb shrugs. “I’ll see what I can find out. Give me a few hours.”

I nod and head off, going through the motions of the rest of my day. Gym. Lunch. Another class I don’t give two shits about. My mind’s elsewhere. Mostly on the ice. And a little on mysterious Remy.

There’s something about her. I haven’t even had a conversation with her, but she’s stuck in my head. Doesn’t make any sense.

Later, I’m in the locker room, lacing up my skates when Caleb walks in. He tosses me a folded piece of paper. “Got what you wanted.”

I take the paper, unfolding it quickly. It’s her student file.

“Remy Arden,” I read out loud, scanning the page. “First-year psych student. Scholarship kid. Went to—” I squint, trying to make out the name of the high school. “Eastwood Public.”

Caleb leans against the lockers, watching me closely. “Apparently, she’s a good student. Straight A’s and shit.”

I nod, continuing to read. “She’s been in a relationship for years,” Caleb adds, and his voice almost sounds amused. “Maya told me her boyfriend’s some guy from her old high school.”

I don’t know why, but the thought of her belonging to someone pisses me off. I can feel the anger bubbling up in my chest, and it’s fucking weird because I haven’t even talked to her. I’ve barely looked at her, but the idea of some random guy having her? It doesn’t sit right with me.

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