GREYSON
I pop the puck into the air with the blade of my stick, passing it to Knox. He catches it on his, letting it sit for a moment, before sending it flying across the room to Steele.
Erik sits in the corner, his head bent as he works on… something.
Fuck if I know.
We’re all two beers in and getting restless.
It’s been a hell of a week. Practice every night has been kicking my ass more than usual, and Coach has repeatedly yelled at us to get our heads in the game. He blew his whistle tonight until he was purple, then finally ordered us to run two miles in the gym and get the f**k out of his sight.
Besides that, I’ve been watching Violet.
She walks to school with Willow Reed. Sometimes they drive if the weather is particularly poor. On occasion, Violet takes her time and pauses of
