The Girl Three Doors Down

I came to Woodbury to play hockey, not to deal with the angry blonde three doors down in Corvin Hall.

Kylie Vandercook decided I looked like a cheat before she knew my name.

Since then she has screamed at me in a stairwell, tried to fight me over a dryer, and taken offense at nearly everything I do. The hostility runs both ways.

The second-line center spot is open, and I want it.

So does the junior who has waited two years for the chance.

Every time I lose my temper, I give Coach another reason to doubt whether I am worth the trouble.

I cannot afford another distraction, but she becomes one anyway—nosy, stubborn, and too quick to notice what I refuse to say.

There is a part of me I have spent years keeping out of sight.

She can get under my skin and into my bed.

She does not get to see that. I am still the one who starts wanting her.