Puck me. I’m yours
For the derby match, which was taking place in Downtown Prudential, we didn't need to travel with our luggage, but the cheer squad, as always, was pompous and carried what they needed and what they didn't.
From the corner just behind the hockey team's bus, a seventy-seater painted in the team's colors, white and red, with the goat emblem perfectly positioned, was Liam, his back slightly leaning against the bus, one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding a little travel bag that contained his items. His back was slightly facing me, but just before I could slip away without being noticed, Derek joined him, and immediately his eyes caught sight of me. His lips moved, and Liam turned so abr