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He did not want to tell him about the old man at all or about Charles. "A man gave me a book a few days ago. It was titled Super-natural." Nicholas started. "The popular book no one has ever read." Hoots exclaimed, and Nicholas held his mouth. "Who gave it to you?" "Some man. I can picture his face, but he instructed me not to give it to anyone." Nicholas said. Nicholas moved closer to the table. He leaned forward to Hoots. "The book talks about me. My past, present, and a little bit of my future. It stopped a few days ago."

What am I going to do when I turn into a stupid donkey in a second? Adeline, you're really done for. It seems like God doesn't love me at all. The moment I turned the corner, my prayers went unanswered. Leaning casually against his sleek black car, looking like trouble wrapped in confidence, was Travis. One hand tucked into his pocket, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. Dark sunglasses perched on his nose, shirt rolled at the sleeves, every inch of him radiating that cocky, dangerous energy I stupidly remembered far too well from last night.

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

Yup I'll be wandering down there shortly. ………. Alex I have never been so relieved as I was when Natasha sent me a kissy-face selfie she took the day after the dry humping incident that still makes me shake my head. I’ve been texting and talking to her nearly every night for the past eleven days. Mostly I call after games or practices and while aligning our schedules has been a challenge, I’m feeling okay as long as I get to hear her voice or get her cute texts before the end of the day. She's been busy at school with some book competition that I still don’t understand and I've been busy with this killer hockey schedule.

Dylan kicks his foot playfully. “What was I supposed to look at in there if not stationary?” “I don’t know…. clothes?belts?shoes?” Dylan shakes his head, “colored pencils, leather notebooks, hexagon shaped sticky notes.” Andre brings his hand to his chest. “I don’t know if those NHL contracts can afford you.” Dylan smirks and steals what’s left of Andre’s soda for himself, “then it sounds like you need to train really hard this summer and up the stakes of that signing bonus.”

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It’s going to take a long time to knock that off my face. The hosts babble on about what an amazing game it was and how Alex is the King of the NHL at this moment. They continue by saying that it’s going to be a long time before another player of his caliber hits the ice. I am bursting with pride for the man I’ve fallen in love with.

"God, that's bad." "Every year." "Every year," I agreed. We sat with the badness of the hot chocolate for a moment, the way you sit with an old joke not because it's funny anymore, but because it's yours. "Good summer?" she asked. "Okay summer. Grandpa taught me to fish. I was bad at it. How were the camps?" "Good." Then something crossed her face quick, like a cloud shadow. "Really good, actually." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She looked down at her cup. "I worked with this goalie coach from Manitoba. She played eleven years in the CWHL. She was..." Nora paused. "She was really something."