Smithton Bears

The jock, the geek, and the hockey project… Jett: My pro hockey dreams are hanging by a thread. I need to have a great season and that means no partying, no distractions, no fun. The grad student pestering me for science-y help on his thesis is the definition of no fun, so… okay. Pros and cons of agreeing to this deal: Pros: Positive use of free time. (At least that’s what my agent says.) Cons: Malcolm likes big words and his first language is math. He’s also bossy, clumsy, and he doesn’t know the first thing about hockey. But he’s also cute and he’s got a great sense of humor.

I’m going to the pros, baby! Deal made, contract signed. Now all I have to do is finish out my final season at Smithton and stay out of trouble. I like to have a good time, but don’t worry, I’ll behave. What I won’t do is talk to that double-crossing influencer who’s been badgering me for an interview. No thanks. I know Walker’s type—sweet as pie on the outside, a shark on the inside. Get this…he wants to make a deal that sounds a lot like a bribe. Not interested. No way.

No one knows how to make a party last quite like me. For real. Technically, I should have graduated three years ago, but I love Smithton, I love hockey, and the team needs a good captain who keeps things fun. That’s me. This is it, though. I can’t delay the inevitable, so yeah…this is officially my last year of college and I’m going out big! Unfortunately, my new roommate is curbing my vibe. In fact, I don’t think Rafe likes me much—total mystery. I’m a nice guy. Ask anyone.