Shots on Net (SCU Hockey, #1)

by J.J. Mulder

I think the best thing for me would be to find a deep puddle on the way home and drown myself.

“You want some soup or something? No offense, but you look like a corpse.” “Full offense, but you look like someone who deals weed to middle schoolers.”

“Use whatever you want. I’m down here a lot, between classes and practice. But I can share.” He does not, in any way, look like someone who knows how to share. I’ll take his word for it.

Probably not until 3am. Maybe later. I don’t want to wake you up, though. We can just catch up in the morning. See you at 3am!