Killian’s POV
“I don’t know… Coach said if we lose Saturday’s game, he’s making us run laps until our legs fall off.”
Daniels smiled widely from where he sat down on the couch. Then he grabbed his fries and started shoving them into his mouth.
I just stared at him, unable to answer the questions I was dying so hard to not ask him. I took a sip from my lemonade.
“He’s bluffing,” Daniels said.
“Nope,” I replied, shaking my head lightly like I was delivering a bad news. “I’ve seen him do it before. Last year, he made Blake run until the guy puked twice. I don’t want that to be me.”
He chuckled lightly and grabbed the game pad he was using earlier. “Guess we'd better win, then. Can’t face you throwing up all on the ice. Too bad I won’t be there to join you guys.”
“Why won’t you be
