My lips part in surprise. That first week of school, I looked forward to class and seeing Hayden, my new friend who loved The Northern Sword, had muscles carved from stone, and had an open, affectionate smile. Despite how handsome and popular he was—everyone already seemed to know him, probably from hockey—and knowing he was hilariously out of my league, I felt so at ease and comfortable with him from the start. “The hockey party.” He nods. I had hoped he would ask me out that week.
