Another large guy sits down who I presume must also be on the school hockey team based on his size and haircut—most of these guys sport a slightly shaggy mop covered with a Tilton University or Terror ball cap. Except for Brody. He usually sports a plain black one. He greets Brody and Chase, then leans forward to give me a two-finger wave. “You must be Cammie.” Chase’s head whips around in his direction. “Dude.” Brody stifles a snicker. “What? This is the girl you were talking about at the gym earlier, right? The edgy one you can fit in your pocket?”
