The Graham Effect (Campus Diaries #1) Read Online Elle Kennedy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Campus Diaries Series by Elle Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
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“Not pick me?” I suggest coldly.

“We had to make a statement. Put up our best against their best.”

“It’s not their best,” Austin Pope speaks up, hesitant. The curly-haired kid stands near one of the leather armchairs with some of the other freshmen.

Rand glares at him. “What was that, rookie?”

“I’m just saying, there’s no ‘their best’ and ‘our best’ anymore. We’re all on the same team now.”

He sounds as miserable as we all feel.

“Whatever. Can we please talk about the roster now?” Rand says impatiently.

“What about it?” Beckett asks in a bored voice. He’s typing something on his phone, only half paying attention. “Jensen’s gonna pick whoever he’s gonna pick.”

“Wow, words of inspiration right there.” Our sophomore goalie snickers from his seat on the gray sectional.

“We don’t actually need to be worrying, do we?” Austin looks ill now. “He can’t cut all of us, right? What if he goes and cuts Eastwood in a clean sweep?”

Everyone just stares at him.

“What?” the teenager says awkwardly.

Shane grins. “You’re playing in the World Juniors in a couple of months. There’s no way you’re not making this team, kid.”

Austin possesses the rawest talent of anyone I’ve ever seen. Other than me, of course. Eastwood recruited him hard last year, and we were all thrilled when he accepted. Back in the spring, nobody would’ve guessed our entire fucking school would go under.

What pisses me off more is that only twenty-five Eastwood guys chose to migrate to Briar. Several of our other teammates, mostly the incoming seniors, jumped ship the moment it was announced. Some transferred to other colleges. Some went to the pros. A few quit the team altogether. The quitters are the ones I don’t understand. True hockey players know you don’t just quit when things get tough.

Shane’s right, though. Austin has nothing to worry about. A lot of us don’t. It’s easy to guess who Jensen will gravitate toward. Shane, Beck, and Austin, almost certainly. Patrick and Nazem are sophomores, but they’re two of the best skaters I’ve ever seen. Micah, a senior, is probably the best stickhandler playing right now.

The problem is, as I look around this room, I see more talent than open slots. Someone, no, many someones, are bound to be disappointed.

As if sensing where my thoughts went, Rand’s face reddens with anger. His cheek is already showing signs of bruising, thanks to Trager.

“If I don’t make this team and that fuckhead Trager does…”

“You’ll make it,” Mason assures his brother, but he doesn’t sound entirely convinced.

“I better,” Rand retorts. “And it better be Eastwood strong. All of us, and very little of them.”

As the new cocaptain, I know I should stop that line of thinking. Squash it hard. Because we can’t start a new season with an us-versus-them mentality.

But no matter how much Jensen wishes otherwise, it is us versus them. I’ve played with my Eastwood teammates for two years already. We’re a team, and we went all the way to the Frozen Four last season. We didn’t take home the trophy, but we were geared up to change that this year.

Whoever approved this merger basically took a shotgun and blasted buckshot into a team that was about to hit its peak.

“You guys don’t get it,” Rand growls, visibly frustrated by the lack of urgency in our teammates. “Can none of you do the math? Just here in this room alone, we have sixteen starters. That means for all of us to remain starters, Jensen would have to cut his entire existing lineup.”

The bitterness hardening his features rubs off on some of the other guys. Faces cloud over. Annoyed murmurs travel through the room.

The hostility fuels Rand, who’s already a hostile dude by default. He starts pacing, beefy shoulders tense.

“Some of us aren’t going to start, you realize that, right? Do you fucking get that? We’re competing for our own fucking positions—”

“You could have transferred,” Beckett points out. He was scrolling on his phone, but now raises his head to interrupt Rand’s angry rambling.

Rand quits pacing. “And go where? Besides, fuck that. You want me to jump ship like our own captain? Like our pussy coach?”

He’s referring to Scott Evans, our former head coach. Evans refused to work under Jensen after the merger, so he accepted a coaching job at an elite prep school in New Hampshire.

“Cool, then shut the fuck up,” Shane says with a shrug. “Quit complaining and fight for your position. Prove that you belong out there.”

Rand grits his teeth, and I know what he’s thinking. There are at least ten dudes on the Briar side who are better than him. And it all depends on how Jensen organizes his lines too. If he values grinders and bruisers like Rand, or if he wants to stack the team with goal scorers.

“What about you?” Rand demands, suddenly fixing his scowl on me. “You really got nothing to say?”


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