My Hockey Bully Stepbrother
I turn away from Summer and immediately see Brianna.
She's right at the edge of the rink in her cheerleading uniform—burgundy and gold, skirt so short it should probably be illegal, blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail. She blows me a kiss, and I give her a nod before skating over to where my team is gathering.
"Alright, lads!" Our coach, Henderson, slaps his clipboard. "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?"