Julian's POV
After the second exhibition game, I drive Bryson back to the mansion for the weekend. Dad texted during the game saying he expects both of us home for a family dinner, which means neither of us has a choice.
The car ride is completely silent. Bryson stares out his window, and I focus on the road, both of us lost in our own thoughts. The radio plays some generic pop station, filling the quiet with noise that doesn't require conversation.
My mind is heavy as I grip the wheel. My grades have been dropping fast - really fast. I failed my last economics test, barely scraped by on a finance assignment, and I'm pretty sure I bombed the accounting quiz from this morning. If I fail these courses, I know exactly what happens next. Dad will pull me from hockey faster than I ca
