My Hockey Bully Stepbrother
"This is it. Home game against Westfield. They're good, but we're better. Stick to the game plan, play smart, and we take this home. Understood?"
"Yes, coach!" we shout in unison.
The cheerleaders take the ice first for their pre-game routine. Brianna is front and center, and I have to admit, she's good at what she does. The music pumps through the speakers, and the squad moves in perfect synchronization—flips, jumps, formations that spell out BLACKWOOD.
The crowd goes wild.
I lean against the boards next to Marcus and Jason, my linemates, watching absently.
"Dude, your girlfriend is hot," Marcus says, not for the first time.