RYDER
Practice goes terribly.
Everyone's looking at me like I've suddenly grown two heads or something. The silence in the rink has never been louder and I have to admit that I do feel shitty about all this.
I've disappointed them after a period of experiencing so many highs that I forgot what lows were like.
"Could be better," Coach comments from the other side of the rink. "Could be way better, Drexel. You're forgetting what day it is today?"
The truth is that I almost did. I almost want to yell back that his niece is the reason why I'm in this state, but in reality, it's far more disturbing than that.
I haven't had a chance to talk to the guys yet. I need to find out exactly what the f**k happened. Exactly what happened. They were there with me so they have to know, right?
So
