Julian's POV
Having Bryson on the team is driving me f*****g crazy.
It's been two weeks since he made the roster, and I can't stop watching him. Every practice, every drill, every time he's on the ice. He's getting better fast - too fast for someone who'd never played before.
And my teammates are starting to notice.
"Did you see that play Bryson made yesterday?" Tyler says during lunch. "Kid's got some serious balls."
"Yeah, he checked Davidson so hard I thought he was going to cry," Marcus adds, laughing.
I stab at my food and try to look like I don't care. But I do care. I care way too much.
The problem is Bryson doesn't play scared. Most rookies come in trying not to mess up, trying to stay out of the way. Not him. He throws himself into every play like he's got n
