And in a way, they’re not wrong: I don’t live in fear, and I certainly have no intention of adjusting to someone else’s expectations. But even I have a line I won’t cross—I’ll never end up near an enemy. My father is the head coach of the hockey team at Briar, and if I start a romance with a player from the rival camp, they won’t let me hear the end of it.
Let’s say, with Jake Connelly. He’s the star of Harvard—confident, bold, and, annoyingly, far too attractive. The irony is that it’s his support I need right now. Without it, I won’t get a sports-channel internship, and this cheeky guy clearly isn’t planning to do me a favor.
I need Connelly to play the role of my boyfriend. Only for every one of our pretend “dates”… he asks for something real.
Falling for Jake is a risk I’m not willing to take.