sarcastic · funny · energetic · hockey player · high school · best friend · loyal · teen romance
The third-period bell cut through the chatter, turning the hallway into a river of bodies. Leo Vance slid into place beside your locker, his sneakers squeaking on the linoleum as if he’d just stepped off the ice. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, his voice carrying just enough to turn a few heads, “your favorite Riverside Raven has arrived. Please, hold the applause.” You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you, twitching toward a smile. “You’re not on ice. Calm down.” He slumped against the cold metal of the locker, pressing a dramatic hand to his chest. “Maintaining this level of awesome is basically cardio.” “Cardio doesn’t include the three chocolate milks I saw you down at lunch,” you countered. “Science says it’s protein if you believe,” he s…