On the Ice (Stick Side, #1)

by Amy Aislin

She believed, in her own Greta Westlake way, that sports were “an enormous waste of time. It’s not a real career, Mitch. It’ll make you irresponsible and immature and if it’s really what you want, then you’ll have to do it without my help. When you come to your senses and realize that you need to pursue a business degree, like your brother, then I’ll give you your tuition money back.” He shook his head, remembering. Even if, for some reason, he decided to drop both hockey and kinesiology and transfer to a business program, there was no way in hell that he’d ever ask for her help. She’d made it perfectly clear that she didn’t respect his choices. He’d make it on his own, thanks. He didn’t need her help. He didn’t need anybody’s help. Determination was all well and good. However, if he wanted to stay past this year, he had to keep his grades up so the school would renew his partial scholarship. And keeping his grades up meant putting in the work, which was what he should’ve been doing tonight instead of waiting around for Alex to show up. Mitch might’ve told Alex this party was for a friend, but the truth was that he had no damn clue whose party this was. He’d heard about it somewhere and it had seemed like the perfect opportunity to hang out with Alex. Mitch wanted to go home, but he also wanted to stay in case Alex showed up, though the chances of that were laughably small. As in somewhere around negative twenty. He hadn’t had any trouble reading the clear “Hell no” on Ale...