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and it’s driving me crazy, because what’s going to happen now? This may be one reason I’m obsessed with control, because when I know what’s going to happen, then nothing can disappoint me.
I love you, he said, as if he was casually telling me about the weather. Caleb outright said it in the middle of a hockey game, in front of the noisiest crowd this season, and with our families right there.
God. I’m a mess. So much for my grand dream of going pro which lasted about five seconds before I crushed it myself. Again.
Even if Nick told me off for telling the reporters he’s definitely going to play for Buffalo, I’m right. I’m very, very right.
“What the hell is this?” I ask, flicking at Maddox’s sleeve. I glare at the name and the number on his back. “Why are you wearing Schultz’s jersey?” “Caleb, language!” Mom scolds. Maddox looks away. “I lost a bet to Killian.” “Who the ever-loving fuck is Killian?”
"I thought your bet was to tutor him, not to wear his jersey?” Maddox pouts. “This is for another bet.” I stare at him. What the hell is going on? I’m about to grill Maddox, but when Nick flashes me a smile and shakes his head, I let it go.