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"Why would she lie?" I tug off my beanie, feeling suddenly hot and queasy. I need to think here.

"Anyone with eyes could see he dedicated that goal to you," Cami insists. I can feel the tension in my chest. “She just ‘dropped’ her phone when Grant’s parents left, right?”

"I don’t know," I reply, looking down. I bite my lip a little too hard until it hurts. What if I'm misreading this whole situation?

"I don't know who she is, but she feels threatened, and now she's lying to get you to back off," Cami adds, and her words sink in like stones.

"That's messed up," I mutter, playing with my beanie. I can’t believe it. This isn’t just awkward; it’s complicated.

"That’s crazy for you," she shrugs. "I might be a little crazy, so I would know," she sighs, fiddling with the end of her ponytail. I would reassure her, but she and I both know she has crazy in her for sure.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom quickly." I need a moment to collect my thoughts.

After doing the quickest bathroom break of my life, I sit back down just as the guys hit the ice, my mind still racing. What does all of this mean for me and Grant? "She's Grant's ex," Cami whispers to me as I settle in, repositioning Adam's beanie on my head.

"Cami Logan, how do you know that?"I hiss at her, subtly looking behind me. Luckily, their eyes are firmly on the ice.

"I introduced myself to his sister when she came back on her own." She smiled at me. "Don't worry, Grace and his parents weren't back yet, but she told me she's her friend and that she dated Grant in high school."

"Oh my God, are you high?!" I hiss as the third period starts. "Now they will think I was fishing for information like a creep."

"No, I don't think they will. I didn't say, hey, my best friend is sleeping with…" I clap a hand over her mouth as the buzzer goes off, signalling a goal for the other team, and we both look at each other wide-eyed.

"Pin in it?" I ask.

"Yep," she replies, and we get up and cheer for our boys.

“Quit being mean to him!” I say, hitting Cami's arm as she heckles Adam.

“I’m encouraging him,” she defends herself as Gunnar breaks away with the puck. “Go, Gunnar!” she screams, the loudest I’ve ever heard her, jumping up and down.

He hits the bar, and the puck goes back to our end again.

“I’m going to throw up,” Cami says, putting her hands on her head.

“Same here.”

Grant gets checked hard into the boards by one of their defensemen, and I feel a rush of anger as the referee misses yet another call.

“HEY, number fifty one, touch him again and I’ll come beat your ass in the parking lot!”

“Yeah, and I’ll help her,” Cami adds next to me. “It won’t be too hard; you skate like you’ve got two left feet.”

We high-five each other.

With only thirty seconds left, the whole arena is holding its breath. My heart pounds as Adam pushes forward with the puck.He’s usually the one guarding the team, but not now. Now, he’s charging ahead like nothing else matters.

He slips past one defender, then another. Just when it seems like he’s going to take the shot himself, he passes the puck off backwards in a crazy move.

It’s Gunnar who takes possession, and without hesitating, he shoots, and the puck flies straight into the net.

Goal.

The arena explodes, and the buzzer sounds.

“They’re going to the Frozen Four!” I scream as we hug and jump up and down. “Oh my God, I’m crying. Are you crying?” Cami asks, and I nod. “I’m so freaking proud of them.”

The teams skate around, and we leap up and down, cheering them on.