The infamous off-campus hockey house wasn't hard to find.
It sat at the very end of a fancy, tree-lined street. The place was a giant brick mansion, and it probably cost more than my whole college tuition. There were at least six high-end cars parked haphazardly across the big circular driveway.
I chained my bicycle to a streetlamp a few houses down, suddenly feeling entirely out of my depth.
Maya's words kept echoing in my head. Girls would literally sell their souls just to step foot in that house.
'Pfffttt...' I scoffed under my breath and pulled up my hood, marching up the driveway before I could change my mind. I walked up the wide porch steps and got ready to knock. To my surprise, the heavy oak front door was already standing slightly open.
I pushed the door open a bit more and
