Untouchable Player (Ivy League Players #1)

by Emmery Fox

Defenseman Engels stands a little taller and broader than the others, but still has a similar six pack/pecs thing going on and the same team mascot tattoo - I think it’s supposed to be a bison - on his right forearm. Engels’ is a little bigger than everyone else’s. Everything he does is a little bigger. A little louder. A little more annoying.

“Sorry Engels, I guess no one’s gonna cook you s’mores.” I want to tell him you don’t cook s’mores, but Nate beats me to it. “You don’t cook s’mores, idiot. You toast them.” I have to hold in a gasp. I’ve never seen anyone speak to Jones that way before, but he doesn’t even react.

“Everyone keeps asking me what I’m gonna do next year, and I have no idea.” “You don’t have to,” Nate says. “But I’m a senior, shouldn’t I know by now?” Nate shakes his head. “I’ve learnt that making plans doesn’t always work. Sometimes, having plans just disappoints you.”