AJ covered his face with his palm and groaned. “Oh dude, these are terrible.”
Jeremy feigned a gasp, covered his heart with his hand and drawled in his best southern accent. “Oh, hell naw. There ain’t nothin’ about my junk that’s terrible, y’all.”
AJ chuckled, shook his head and made his way down the corridor toward the locker rooms. “I’ve never spoken to someone so much about their junk before.”
“And it’s only our second date; just wait 'til we get to know each other better, schnookums!”
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” AJ laughed.
“As a matter of fact, I do!”
The locker room was already filling up with players. His brief encounter with AJ outside had helped him relax a little and he could already feel his anxiety unravelling in his stomach. As he started to put on his pads, he gave himself a pep-talk, and by the time he stepped out onto the ice, he was ready to show the University of Alabama in Huntsville just what he had to offer. He knew it wouldn’t take long for them to realize what he’d known all along; Jeremy Lewis was destined for greatness.