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I glanced up at him with a du Dean’s List anytime soon, but I had an okay GPA

“It seerade was a fail, but the calculation on your GPA was off They went back and did an audit” He slid the paper across the desk to me

I heard his words, butI could understand My pulse pounded and I got the watery ers numb

Sophomore year had been a cluster New course load, intense practices, the gnaorry about being dropped fro truly stupid everyone had warnedto add a part-time job into the mix

Archer sitting up in the glass club box, staring atthe summer practices with eyes that matched my own hadn’t helped either Every time I saw him, I pictured his face in the back of the net My stick delivering a painful blow, knocking his teeth right out of his head

That searing hatred in the pit of oal with his eyes burning into loves and shatter that glass He could sit up in his ivory tower looking down on h His career was over, and I’d show him I didn’t need him, neither of us did

On top of everything else that rong, Moot hurt and couldn’t work for a few months

The money I’d ht to paying overdue bills There wasn’t anything left, so I did what I had to do

Without telling anyone, I’d gone out and gotten a night job Bonehead idea, but I could do everything off the ice on rades to stay on the team Actually, it looked like I hadn’t I stared down at the paper, cru it as I balled up my fists

“One point It’s only one hundredth of a point Are they seriously going to benchdown at a piece of paper that was about to derail every plan I’d had for senior year

“You kno i is” He held up his hand when he sawout with a tearee, be a part of this tearaduate, you’ll need to retake the class”

“I need to be on the ice, Coach” I jabbed er out toward the rink It was hard for me to catch my breath with this kick to the chest I had that wateryon

“I know, son”

I bristled I wasn’t his son

He pushed back his chair and rounded his desk His hand was heavy on my shoulder as he squeezed it Any a