Granted, I thought I’d spelled everything out back then too, but clearly I hadn’t articulated it as well as I should have.

Miranda is the reason I now spell out my intentions-or lack thereof-before every single hookup. Ironically, my relationship with Miranda O’Shea didn’t just impact my high school life, but also my college one. Not because O’Shea ordered me not to discuss it with my teammates, but because I’d rather not think about all the shit that happened with Miranda. No, it’s his way of punishing me for hurting his daughter, but I keep that delightful tidbit to myself. “It’s probably his way of trying to earn our respect.” “He was just showing us his dick is bigger than ours,” I mutter. “Decent guy, huh?” Logan says sarcastically, echoing the description I’d offered yesterday. We’re all dripping with sweat, steam is rolling out of our helmets, and our mood is foul as we strip off our gear in the now-deserted locker room. When he finally dismisses us, my teammates and I skate off the ice, cursing and grumbling the entire time. While everyone else heads to the locker room to shower, change and go home, O’Shea forces the D-men to stay behind for extra skating drills after announcing that we’re the sorriest excuse for hockey players he’s ever seen.

The first practice with our new defensive coordinator runs an hour late-but only for the defensemen. F or all his bullshit about the past staying in the past, it’s painfully evident that my former coach is pushing a Make Dean’s Life Miserable agenda.

The score off campus read online