Redmond High is well known for its ability to produce very skilled hockey players, especially for a public school. Because school funding focuses more on sports than arts, we were able to get our own ice rink.
Since it’s winter, I bundle up in my jacket before I try to go see him. Once I step into the room, as expected, it’s frigid, the warmth seeping from my skin.
The Redmond Chillers are all there, skating along the rink, sitting in the bleachers, talking, the works. I walk up to the first group of people I see, not wanting to catch Oliver’s attention, wherever he is.
“Uhm…excuse m-me.”
The three guys all look over at me, curious.
“I’m looking…for, uhm…A—”
Before I finish, one sighs, startling me slightly. He points his thumb toward a short nook to his right, my left, with a bored
