On the Ice (Stick Side #1)

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The two hundred-person capacity lecture hall was filled, with standing room only. Had Mitch Greyson known how popular this evening’s kinesiology lecture-slash-panel discussion would be, he would’ve shown up early instead of arriving at the last possible second.

There was one last empty seat in the back row sandwiched between a blonde munching on a granola bar and a slim dude who smelled like pot even from all the way over here. Fuck. No wonder no one was sitting there. Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that jazz.

A shouted “Yo, Grey!” followed by an ear-splitting whistle had Mitch scanning the audience. About midway down, Chuck Yano, his teammate and closest friend on the college’s hockey team, waved at him and gestured to the empty seat beside him.