ATHENA Heavy bass vibrated through the floorboards, matching the frantic pulse drumming in my throat. Neon pink and blue strobe lights sliced through the haze of the packed living room, illuminating hundreds of sweating, shouting college students. The victory party raged inside a massive off-campus rental house, fueled by cheap beer and the chaotic high of the Westwood Classic.Leaning against the kitchen island, I pulled at the hem of the dark blue hockey jersey. Jeremiah’s away sweater swallowed my frame, the fabric dropping midway down my thighs to function as a makeshift dress. The heavy embroidered 'C' rested over my heart. Wearing his name in front of half the athletic department felt like wearing a neon sign, and I loved every second of it."You are gaslighting me right now, Liam," Tessa yelled over the thumping trap music. She pointed a red plastic cup at her boyfriend, spilling a few drops of foam onto the scuffed hardwood. "I am literally the greatest wingman in Westwood hi
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