Aria
It was around seven in the evening when I met Dominick at the barn. Of course, it was after our last subjects and after doing some homework at the library. It was a few hours since he rinsed his mouth with Tim’s mouthwash, which was actually a bit hilarious. I bet what he did already spread among his buddies on the team. He must be the hot topic at the moment, considering that Tim and Sawyer were there.
“Are you really serious? We can play here?” I asked Dominick when he opened the huge door for me.
“Don’t you trust me? Anything you ask, I’ll give it to you, Aria,” he answered, grinning.
I eyed his hockey bags. There were two of them that he seemed to effortlessly carry in one hand. He then clo
