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I threw on my lazy smile, the one I knew she’d hate the most, and she certainly rose to the occasion—literally Her chair scraped along the linoleum floor as she tried to snatch the paper out of my hands

“I’d love to get into that head of yours” I let the chair fall back onto all four legs, and she shot lare

“I’ this or not, because I can easily leave your section blank?”

“That throbbing vein on your neck is kind of sexy when you’re pissed”

Her eyes ide, and her hand flew to her neck, trying to cover up the red flush that crept into her skin when she was irritated, which low She cleared her throat and stared down at the paper in front of her

“Have you heard that being a student athlete is incredibly difficult? How do you plan on rades up, practice with your team, and impress the NHL coaches for four years?”

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I hadn’t been drafted like I’d planned Handling my mom’s expectations would have been easy if she could have quit all her jobs But he’d been there, his eyes on oal scorer in Rittenhouse Prep history ination

But the coaches had given ames and soram every summer, but I needed to bust , it was anything but

“On the paper or not, it’s still a valid question I think you’ll find that college is a bit different than things were around here” She used her haughty tone, like she knew anything about me

“And in ere the things around here?”

“The here you have everything handed to you No one is going to bend over backward for you when there’s a sea of other people out there who can do what you do and probably better” She glowered at me