Like You’ve Nothing Left to Prove (Breakaway #2)

by E.L. Massey

“Do you remember,” Abuela says to Papá, from where she’s crocheting on the couch, “that one time you say you’ll have Alicia home by midnight, and instead, you bring her back three days later and married?”

She slays

hockey players are all musclebound children.

“Are you playing NHL16 as yourself?” “Of course, my stats are awesome.”

Cody and Muzz have a whole system set up with, like, a spreadsheet, tracking news sources and stuff.

Ransom

“I think I’m on a lot of drugs,”

he was back to his normal ‘Griggs, we’re going for a run;

Burger King robber Jack

“All Russians got your back,” Kuzy continues. “I’m talk to them. They all promise.

I know be means players but i like to think he means all of russia

Kuzy makes a faux surprised noise. Rushy punches him in the spleen.

“Hug okay? Don’t want to hurt.”

I love kuzy

That if he and Eli do end up together—even thinking the word “married” is kind of terrifying—then Eli will be a millionaire by, like, proxy.

Trophy husband

“You’re welcome,” Jo says from Jeff’s stall. She’s curled up like a cat with a highlighter tucked behind one ear and a large beat-up paperback textbook of some kind ruthlessly folded in half in her hands. “Thank you,” Alex says solemnly. “Shh,” Jo says. “I’m reading.”

Queen

”I teach Alex to punch. Maybe shouldn’t say because his aim not so good. Makes me look bad.

“But I have warning for other teams if the league do the wrong thing. Anybody say bad things about Eli, my aim very good.”

Slay king

I’d do it again. The Magic can trade me. I don’t care.” Glasses-tablet-guy pinches the bridge of his nose, looking heavenward.

I feel for you glasses tablet guy

“Oh, me?” Martel throws his thumb, cavalier, toward Okezie. “I’m just here as moral support for my boyfriend.”

He just gagged them

And then there’s another NHL player: a Falconer.

LMAO I SEE YOU JACK ZIMMERMAN

THEY WIN ROUND two against the Sharks in four games.

Sorry chowder

Jeff is telling Cookie that no he cannot give the dog beer, what the hell is wrong with you?