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Hannah Grace

  • mitxцитирует9 месяцев назад
    Can she not just be very talented? And not be sucking someone’s dick?
  • Sara Jaqueline Aranda Ramírezцитируетв прошлом году
    Looking at her makes me want to be the funniest guy in the room, so I can be the one to make her laugh
  • A. Syahindahцитирует6 месяцев назад
    “Make me.”

    “Your choice.”
  • borjahirokoцитирует10 месяцев назад
    “I’m heavy,” she mutters as my arms scoop under her legs and around her waist.

    We leave Brady and Shithead behind us as I start the walk toward the locker rooms, where the first aid room is. “Shut up, Anastasia. You’re not even half my warm-up weight.”
  • borjahirokoцитирует10 месяцев назад
    “Shut up, Anastasia. You’re not even half my warm-up weight.”
  • Snowцитируетв прошлом году
    “And you are?” I ask, forcing my voice to sound calm. I can’t ignore the twinge of satisfaction I get when his eyebrows shoot up for a split second.

    He gains his composure just as quickly, amusement lighting up his deep brown eyes. “Nate Hawkins. I’m captain of the hockey team.” He holds out a hand for me to shake, but I look at it, then back up at his face, folding my arms across my chest.

    “Were you not listening? Party time is over according to Skinner.”

    He shrugs and reaches round to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “People will show up regardless, even if I tried to stop it. Look, come over, bring friends or whatever. It’d be good if we could all get on, and I swear, we have good tequila. Do you have a name?”

    I refuse to be charmed by a pretty face. Not even one with little dimples and nice cheekbones. This is still a disaster. “Do you meet a lot of people who don’t have names?”

    To my surprise, he starts laughing. A heavy, rich noise that makes my cheeks flush. “Okay, you’ve got me there.”
  • Snowцитируетв прошлом году
    The brown-haired figure skater was seething earlier. I’m surprised a vein didn’t pop out of her forehead when her coach told her to not worry about it. I was trying to discreetly listen in, which wasn’t hard since she was yelling.

    I feel like doing the same when I think about “not worrying about it,” so at least she and I have something in common. Her boyfriend looked totally unfazed, so maybe he’ll help her calm down, or maybe not, judging by the way she shrugged him off.

    She’s a funny little thing. Immediately sassing me, holding her head high, but I think she might have been warming to me. Minutes earlier, she was clearly on the brink of tears. I’m hoping she takes up my offer and we can have a drink, form a friendship of some sorts. It’ll make this whole situation easier.
  • Snowцитируетв прошлом году
    Scanning the den to see who turned up, I immediately spot Miss I-don’t-have-a-name. She looks significantly more relaxed than she did earlier; her long light brown hair is curly, bouncing around her face as she throws back her head and laughs at something her friend said. Her cheeks are flushed, ocean-blue eyes bright; she looks happy.

    I like it.

    She spots me before I reach her, and I might be imagining it, but I swear she checks me out.
  • Snowцитируетв прошлом году
    “We met earlier,” I confirm, watching her ignore my attempt to get her to look at me. She takes a sip from—what I can see from my height advantage—is an empty cup. “Didn’t get your name though, sadly.”

    She stops pretending to drink and finally looks at my face. She only looks like she wants to hit me with a hockey stick a little bit now, which is a huge improvement from earlier.
  • Snowцитируетв прошлом году
    “A drink isn’t going to charm me into not being mad about the rink, y’know.”

    I can believe that. Nothing about this girl tells me she’s going to be easy to crack, and it’s made this whole rink situation a bit more interesting.
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