On the Ice (Stick Side, #1)

by Amy Aislin

“Literally nobody fails creative writing,” Cody said, navigating out of the student parking lot. “Don’t you think you’re being overly dramatic?” “I’m allowed to be, since I’m going to fail out of school.” “Why don’t you just drop the class?” “Can’t. The drop deadline’s passed. I wouldn’t get a refund and it’s too late in the semester to join a different class, which means I’d be down a credit that I’d have to make up next semester or next year, but I don’t have time for an extra class and—” “Okay, breathe.” Cody squeezed Mitch’s knee. “Breathe, Mitch.” Doing as ordered, Mitch took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly. He waved a hand at the Green Day song on the radio. “This is going to be me any day now. Walking on the boulevard of my broken dreams.” Cody laughed and couldn’t seem to stop. “You’re ridiculous. And you’re not going to fail. When you stop being all princess-y over it, you’ll realize that it’s early in the year and that there’s still plenty of time to make up your grade.” Mitch didn’t know what being all princess-y meant, so he ignored Cody and stared out the window at the rolling Vermont hills they passed on the way home. At this time of the year, the colors were vibrant reds and golden oranges and sunny yellows. It was fall tourist season in Vermont, but he rarely bumped into visitors unless he ventured into Montpelier. Glen Hill wasn’t a big enough town to warrant a visit, and it wasn’t on the way to anywhere that was. Mitch liked it that way. “Did you...