There he goes again, Ryan thought as he glanced up from the textbook. He'd been sitting in the library during his study hall period—a period he happened to share with the gorgeous, hot hockey player, Brady Rawlins—attempting to review for his test next period, but he was failing miserably.
Every time he looked up he caught Brady's golden-hazel eyes flicking away from him back to whatever his friend and teammate, Jake, was pointing at on the papers in front of them. Ryan felt his chest ache.