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He pulls out and comes all over my tits.

I use my finger to wipe some off and suck it off.

His eyes are dark as he watches me. “You are fucking everything, Sienna.”

I finish typing the last sentence of my case study, giving a small sigh of relief as I hit “submit.”Case Study: The Impact of Childhood Trauma on Adult Relationships. Done. This is 30 percent of my grade, and there’s no way I’m missing it. I take a sip of my Diet Coke and glance at the clock.

Shit. The game is tonight.

The Ravens vs. Wolverines. It’s all anyone’s been talking about for days, even my dad who’s normally a stone wall of focus. But this game? This one’s big. NHL scouts will be in the stands tonight, watching the guys.

I glance at my closet, searching for something to wear. I can’t just show up in my boring hoodie this time. I need to get into the spirit. My eyes land on the Ravens sweatshirt Eli gave me. His number. I tug it on over my head, the fabric soft and familiar, and for some reason, it calms me. Maybe because it reminds me of him.

Caleb was supposed to bring me his jersey so I could wear it to today’s game, but he had a final touch up for his tattoos early in the morning.

I can’t wait to see what he got done.

I check the time again. Crap. I grab my phone and order an Uber. I need to get to Blackridge.

When I get there, everyone’s hyped, even the concession stands are decorated in Ravens colors. I grab a vuvuzela, the plastic one that’s probably way too loud for the poor people sitting next to me, but whatever. It’s tradition.

I find my seat, and just as I’m about to blow it, a girl with bright neon clothing plops down next to me. She’s got the same excited energy as everyone around here, like she’s been waiting for this game for weeks.

“Big night, huh?” she says, smiling at me.

“Yeah, you could say that. NHL scouts in the house, all the pressure on these guys. Crazy stuff,” I answer, leaning back in my seat.

“Nice sweatshirt by the way,” she says, nodding at my Ravens gear.

I laugh. “Thanks. I’m Coach’s daughter.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Seriously? That’s kinda badass. You must be like, all about the team then?”

I shrug, leaning forward as I tap my feet against the metal bleachers. “Not really. Just here for the show, y’know? My dad’s all over this game.”

She grins. “That’s cool. I’m Maya, by the way.”

“Maya,” I repeat, giving her a nod. “I’m Sienna.”

She studies me for a second, her eyes narrowing. “Sienna, huh? You don’t look like you’re here just for the show.”

I snort. “I’m not here to play cheerleader or anything. Just here to see how the guys handle the pressure.”

She leans back, giving me a sideways glance. “I get that. There’s definitely a lot of pressure on this one, especially with the scouts here. I mean, this could change everything for them.”

“Tell me about it,” I reply, rolling my eyes. “Even my dad’s like a little too excited for my taste. And it’s not like I’m not rooting for them, but... all this hype gets old real quick.”

Maya laughs, and it’s a sound that feels more genuine than most people around here. Just then, another girl and a taller guy come sit next to us. The girl smiles, and the guy doesn’t even glance my way, too busy talking strategy with the other guy beside him. I look at Maya, who’s already noticing.

She leans over and whispers, “Surprise. These two,” she points at the guys, “are my friends. Well, one’s my friend, and the other... well, let’s just say I’m pretty sure they’re too distracted to notice me.”

The girl next to Maya smiles at me. “Hey, I’m Remy and this is Zane,” she says, as her boyfriend, keeps his head down, eyes glued to his phone.

“Zane,” Remy says, nudging him. He looks up and without acknowledging me wraps a hand around her throat and kisses her in an almost obscene way.

I smile as I look away.

“You two stop it,” Maya protests, “Or you will scare away my new friend.”