“Are you into him?”
“What! No, this is the first time I’ve seen him.” She gets defensive.
“All right, all right.” I put my hands up. “We won’t talk about how you’re into blonds.”
“Oh my God.” Georgia groans, making me laugh. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a long table with a handful of girls around it.
“They’re staring,” I tell Georgia, making sure not to move my lips.
“That’s the Ice Crew.” I figured. “I’ll wait here.” She drops down into one of the seats before I can protest. I’m not going to force her.
“Give me a few names.” I’m all about names and faces. All the details I can get about people. I don’t know why my mind always retains those things. Why can’t I remember algebra formulasinstead? That would be helpful. I guess in the long run I won’t use algebra, but I will use this talent forever.
Georgia might not be aware, but I recall a few of the names. She’s said them in passing when we’ve talked, which we do every day. I was getting little stories about them here and there.
“And last but not least, your captain?—”
“Lana Parks,” I say before she can. The girl that has made Georgia’s life harder. I don’t get it. Georgia wants to blend and not cause trouble. It pisses me off that they are actively seeking her out to try to make her miserable.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar. What?”
“Maybe I’ll be the captain.” Her eyes widen. I love how expressive she can be.
“She’s always the captain,” Georgia informs me.
“I read all the crap they sent over.” It was a massive guide, but being informed always gives you the upper hand. “Captains aren’t picked yet for this season.”
“Be careful,” Georgia tries to warn me.
“What’s the fun in that?” I wink at her before making my way down to the table.
Chapter Four
LUKE
“Let’s not make this more emotional than it needs to be.” Sheriff Brinks glares at me. He knows that shit doesn’t work with me. He and I have gone around and around before, and now I’m here for made-up shit.
“Luke—”
“I’m sure I’ll be back soon enough.” I take the paper that says I’m officially off probation.
“Next time you’ll go to jail,” he warns.
I chuckle. “You think they’d actually let me miss a game?”
Brinks takes a deep breath to get his anger in check. We both know I’m right. Is it messed up? Of course it is. That doesn’t mean it’s not true. The school and likely this town will make sure I’m on that ice. If they get to use me, I’ll use them right the fuck back.
“Luke, you have one year left.”
“Don’t remind me.” I crumple the piece of paper and toss it into the trash before making my way out of the police station. One fight after a hockey game last year and no one can let that shit go. This isn’t even real probation. A bunch of shit they made up to try and scare me.
“Hey there,” Liz says as she passes by me. I ignore her. She turns, walking backwards so she can still see me. “Still an asshole?”
“Yes.”
