The Draft (COVEY CRUSHERS #1) by Ana Shay EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Dash
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I grumbled, wanting to push a
hand through my hair but knowing I couldn’t because it had gel in it. I
shook my head, feeling mildly disappointed that I let Scotty talk me into
coming tonight, let alone style my hair.
What the hell was I thinking?
Scotty, my teammate, had a shit-eating grin on his face as he took me in
because of course he would find this hilarious. I was sitting on the world’s
most uncomfortable barstool, wearing his too-tight button-down shirt and a
pair of jeans two sizes too small for my meaty ass. I looked ridiculous, and I
didn’t need Scotty’s smug grin confirming it.
“Relax,” he drawled out as he clasped a hand on my shoulder, giving it a
squeeze. “It’s just a little fun. You don’t need to take everything in life so
seriously, Dash.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him with enough fire to burn the entire
place down.
Oh, he was loving every single second of this. I could tell.
He laughed again while I tried to think of a reasonable explanation for
why a goalie would knock out the star center of his own team with a puck at
our next game, but I came up short. Much like these pants.
“A little fun?” I grunted and clutched my beer tightly, pretending it was
his throat. “A little fun to me is beating Erik’s ass on the Xbox while Alex
watches and provides mildly entertaining commentary. A little fun is
catching a baseball game with the guys during the offseason. A little fun is
beating Southern Collegiate with little to no effort. This is a speed dating
event disguised as a sports mixer that you forced me to come to because
everyone else on our floor of the hockey dorm was busy.”
Scotty took a sharp breath and clutched his shirt in mock shock. He
looked around the room and smiled at a few of the freshman players that
he’d also managed to drag along before pinning his gaze back on me. “The
Draft isn’t just a dating event.”
He leaned in as if anyone could hear our
conversation over the incessantly loud, sugary pop music blasting in the
campus bar, Covey’s Cantina. “It’s the dating event at Covey U. Any athlete
worth their salt would kill to be here because it means that the school is
interested in them and their sport. That’s important to some people.”
I rolled my eyes because even the name of this thing was stupid. The
Draft. It may have started out with good intentions twenty years ago,
working as a meet and greet for students and players alike, but
unfortunately, the event’s goals got lost in translation as time passed. Jersey
chasers and puck bunnies figured out it was a pretty good way to gain oneon-one access to any athlete they were interested in earning an M.R.S.
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