Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Girl, you were staring at that man like he was a snack.” Megan checks herself in the full-length mirror near the entrance of our room.
“I was not.”
“Uh-huh.” She takes a few selfies in the mirror.
Her side of the room is full of colorful clothes piled on the bed from when she was picking her outfit. Some purses have fallen on the floor, but her desk is spotless, all her social science books neatly displayed like they’re actual treasures.
My side is minimalist at best with my med books and laptop. However, my bedside table is covered with haphazard college hockey magazines that I’ve been studying more seriously than my school projects.
My three pairs of white sneakers are lined up by my side of the closet, while Megan’s are full of all types and colors of shoes.
“And here I was wondering about your recent obsession with hockey. Gotta say, you have expensive tastes. You couldn’t go for a lower-grade peasant from the team?”
I spin in my chair to face her. The other difference between Megan and me is that she’s been at GU since her freshman year. As for myself, I was studying in the neighboring town, Stantonville. I initially applied to GU and Stanton River College—or SRC—but my application was rejected for GU and I was accepted into SRC. Which was a bummer, but at least Violet was accepted into SRC, too, so we moved from New Jersey to Stantonville.
Imagine my surprise when I was offered a random scholarship to GU for my senior year this summer. To say I was over the moon would be an understatement. GU’s medical program is one of a kind, which is why I wanted to enroll here in the first place. And to be offered that opportunity for my senior year felt unreal.
Violet seemed a bit apprehensive, but she still bought me a little cake and we had a blast celebrating that night.
I thought this would be my new beginning.
And it is, but now, I don’t have Violet with me.
Megan is actually a local to Stantonville and could’ve gone to SRC, but she purposefully applied for a scholarship here because, in her words, “This place is the shit. Aside from their famous hockey program, SRC doesn’t have much to offer.”
The Stanton Wolves are the Vipers’ biggest rival. Both teams are known to produce the best NHL players, and their ‘Cold War’ games are easily the highlight of the college league.
Despite Megan not being massively interested in hockey, she was brought up surrounded by these two legends, so she knows more than the rumors I’ve heard and what my technical research can produce.
“I didn’t go for anyone,” I say to keep up the conversation. “He was generous enough to let me take a fan selfie after the game.”
She shifts her attention from the mirror and hikes a hand on her hip. “You’ll sit there and tell me with a straight face that you don’t want to be anything more than a fan?”
I spin my fountain pen between my fingers but remain silent.
“That’s what I thought,” she says with a gloating facial expression, then looks at the mirror again to pat her red curls. “Better not get your hopes up. He’s top of the food chain, as in royalty, in this college, town, and world. People like you and me don’t mess with people like them and get out unscathed. So lower the standards…unless you only want to fuck him? In that case, get in line. I’d let that man throw me around like I’m his puck. I heard from an acquaintance of an acquaintance that he has a huge dick to match the energy.”
“Megan!”
“What? Gotta do my research before opening my legs. And I just did yours, too. You’re welcome.”
I laugh despite myself. “What else do you know aside from rumors about his dick size?”
“That’s all I need.” She side-eyes me. “That’s all you need as well if you want to stay out of trouble.”
“I just want to know my chances.”
“You have none. Those people who live up the Hill only get into relationships with each other, marry each other, and produce little minions like themselves who’ll repeat the cycle all over again. We’re outsiders, D. Outsiders get no chances.” She looks up. “Dear God, in the next life, I want to be reborn as a rich man. Amen. Hold on. With a huge dick also. Big amen to that. No pun intended.”
“So outsiders get no chances, but fucking is okay?”
“Hell yeah. Fucking is harmless fun. Anything beyond that is not. If you want to be super realistic, you’ll get a better chance fucking that manwhore Preston—who accepts all girls’ advances—than Kane. Hell, Jude might be easier to fuck than Kane. It’s hard to get that man excited about anything other than hockey. His hookups are few and far between. Either he’s training to be a monk, or he has one hell of an NDA in place, because all the girls want a piece, but few have managed to get it, and those who did don’t talk about it.”