Page 61 of Puck Shots
CONNOR:
Sorry, Heli stole my phone. Research the team and be confident?
Called it. No surprise that nepo baby guy of his was the one to suggest the slutty shirt.
BRAYDEN:
I vote yes to a slutty shirt.
CAMDEN:
I’d suggest using your natural charm but think it’s better if you don’t speak.
Harsh much? Camden and I first met at the shoot with most of the other guys, and then I, being the bestest little bro in the world and a master matchmaker, set him up with my big brother. Brent swears they were already a thing before I “meddled,” but I don’t believe it. No way did he bag Camden Crawford all on his own without my help.
CAMDEN:
Apparently, that’s an arsehole thing to say.
Brent says he’ll message you. But seriously, you’ve got this, kid.
The Parks charm has never failed yet. Let your stats speak for themselves.
The only other message to come through is from Jude, Brayden’s younger brother. He’s relatively new to the chat group and used to almost never post anything. Lately, though, he’s been getting way more involved. I’m pretty sure that’s all my influence, too. He’s the same age as me and is a defender in the Premier League, but I won’t hold that against him.
JUDE:
If a grumpy wanker like my boyfriend can get drafted, you have no worries.
Be yourself, even if you are a cocky shit like my brother insinuated.
You don’t wanna work with people who don’t accept the real you, believe me. Good luck!
ME:
*** eye rolling emoji*** Going back in.
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“Just keep doing what you’re doing out there,” Beckett says as we shake hands at the end of the night. My face is sore from smiling, and I’m fairly sure I talked way too much, but it’s been pretty amazing, actually.
“Thanks. It was great meeting you both, and seeing you again, Greg, Mr. Love.”
“Greg’s fine,” he says, shaking my hand. I wait until their car turns the corner before I jump into the air.
“That was amazing, right?” I ask my heart racing again and beating so loud in my ears.
“You were wonderful,” Mom says.
“I think you’re in with a pretty good shot,” Dad says, giving my shoulder a squeeze the way he does. I go in for the full hug, and he wraps his arms around me and taps my back a few times before I let him go.
“I think that was both the best and worst thing I have ever had to do.”
“From what Greg was telling me; you can expect more dinners like these. We’d of course be happy to come down again if you need us,” Mom says, and I shrug.
“It was great having you with me. Can we wait and see if I even get any more invites before deciding?”
“Sure, honey, just know whatever you decide, we’ll support you.”
