She gives me a deadpan look, her eyes in slits. “I was an elf, Legolas.”
“Who’s that?”
“Lord of the Rings, duh.”
I have no idea what she is talking about. “No clue.”
She widens her eyes as she snaps her mouth shut. “First road trip, we’re sitting in the back of the bus and watching all of them.”
I slap my hands together, chalk going everywhere in a cloud. “There’s more than one?”
She just blinks, her long black lashes fluttering as she looks at me like I’m an idiot. “There are three and then three prequels called TheHobbit. Really?”
I shrug. “I seriously went to gymnastics and school. Nothing else.”
She shakes her head. “I guess since I was the one to set up all your social media, I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Exactly,” I say, leaning into her as we head back to the low bar. “Don’t judge me.”
“Oh, I’m so judging.”
I laugh as I pull up to the low bar before squatting on. I want to do my dismount again. Before I can jump, though, Amelia calls out, “You’re still going to my brother’s hockey game with me tomorrow, right?”
Balancing on the bottom bar, my toes wrapping around the bar as I fix my grips, I shrug as best I can. “Yeah, I guess.”
“It will be fun.”
I’ve never been to a hockey game, but apparently, the Bullies’ games are pretty hard-core. Since one of my goals was to live life to the fullest while I’m here, I guess I should go. Though, I’ve been here three months and haven’t done anything to achieve my new personal goal. I’ve fallen into my routine of gym and school, sleeping in between, and working out more than I should. I don’t want to let anyone down. Especially myself.
But hockey could be fun. Unlike Amelia’s, though, my excitement isn’t there. She comes from a hockey family, and apparently, her aunt owns a team. Or something like that. I don’t know… She talks fast when she gets excited.
Hockey makes her excited.
Which, I guess, excites me.
What if I like it? It could be cool.
“The guys are so hot, you’ll love it.”
“Oh yeah?” I call back to her, fixing my grips as I check my balance once more.
“Dude, seriously, hockey boys are just a different breed. Plus, my brother said if I come to his games, he’ll let me go to the parties.”
When I laugh, I lose my balance, falling back to the mat. I glare in annoyance—but not at Amelia. Looking over my head at her, I ask, “Parties?”
“Yeah. I know you’ve heard of the Bullies’ parties?”
“Oh yeah. I heard they’re supposed to be epic.”
She grins. “Yup, and we’re going.”
I smile back at her, though I have no plans on going. Parties aren’t my thing. Or, rather, I’ve never been to one, and they just look like trouble. Boys…lots and lots of boys. They’re everywhere here, and man, they are not shy. I pull up on the bar, squatting on before I look back at the top bar, and I see a grin on Amelia’s face. According to my new bestie, hockey players do it like no other. It’s basically all she talks about, and I’m surprised she isn’t dating one. She did in high school, but they broke up when he went off to New York for college. And now she is a free agent—her words, not mine. I don’t know anything about hockey players, or the obvious allure they have over Amelia, but apparently, I’m about to find out.
First, though, I’m going to land this dismount again.
And then maybe I’ll get excited for some hockey.
Or, better yet, the hockey boys.
Ha, even I can’t help but laugh at that.