Teen half-brothers Kain and Scott Banks, who live in a small New York fictional town called Dalton. They battle each other on the hockey rink while navigating through high school romance and drama.
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My training session with Spencer this morning was fucking brutal. Spencer was extra hard on me today. My whole body is fucking sore. I'm sure it was Davis' doing, I bet he told Spencer to go hard on me. Fucker.
I'm exhausted by the time I get home. I plop down on my bed and just lay here, looking up at the ceiling. Every muscle in my damn body hurts. My legs feel like Jello and my arms feel like noodles. Maybe a hot shower will help. I mentally do a countdown in my head, 1... 2... 3... then I pry myself out of bed and walk to my bathroom.
At the last second, I opt for a hot bath. I thought about having to stand while taking a shower and that felt exhausting so I decided to go with a bath. After my bath, I get dressed.
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Then I shave and brush my teeth. My arms shake as I brush my teeth.
When I exit my bathroom, I turn left and walk out into the common area. The second I step foot in the common area, Ayla comes rushing in and practically runs past me, going into the bedroom. I turn around and stand at the threshold, watching Ayla go through the bedroom like a fucking tornado.
"Ayla, what are you doing?" I question confused.
Ayla's on her knees looking under the bed. "A book." She pops her head up then stands up and searches the nightstand. "I borrowed a book from Quinn, I told her I'd give it back to her today but I can't find it." Ayla slams the nightstand drawers, turns and walks around the bed, searching the other nightstand. "I know it's here, I was reading it last night."
"What's the book called? Maybe I seen it somewhere." I say trying to help her.
"To Kill A Mockingbird." Ayla quickly answers.
Oh yeah, I did see that someplace. Where the fuck did I see that?... Living room, that's where. "Oh yeah, I saw that in the living room, on the coffee table." I jab my left thumb over my shoulder. Ayla instantly stops searching the nightstand, closes the drawer, turns and sprints past me. I can't hide the laugh that flies out of my mouth.
I know how Ayla likes to hand whatever it is back on time. If Ayla says she'll give something back to you at a specific time, she'll give it back to you at that exact time. And she absolutely hates being late for something. I found that out the hard way.
