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After the Whistle

Author: Proud
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-19 14:31:43

~ALAN~

The scouts were in section 104.

Coach had reminded us three times before we even laced up our skates. 'Keep your heads on a swivel, play smart, don't take stupid penalties.' It was the kind of game that could make or break a senior roster spot for the NHL draft picks.

I nodded along with the rest of the guys, but my head wasn't in the locker room.

My eyes were on row three, right behind our home bench.

Toby sat there in his oversized gray hoodie, his legs pulled together tightly, his gol
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