Love, Hate and Hockey Skates
There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year.
“What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin.
“Kind of, yes.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.”
I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point.
“Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered.
He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.