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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I know from personal experience what it’s like to learn directly under Garrett Graham. He and I didn’t spend much one-on-one time that week six years ago, only a couple solo sessions, but I learned more in those five days from him than in all my years playing hockey combined. Graham possesses innate, almost otherworldly instincts when it comes to this sport.

“All right, enough talk.” Jensen claps his hands. “We’re going to set up two three-on-three corner drills. I want to see you fighting over that puck. We’re going to run them simultaneously on either end of the rink. Garrett on one end, me on the other. Graham, pick your men.”

Garrett scans the thirty or so faces in front of him. “I’ll take Larsen, Colson, and Dunne. Facing against Trager, Coffey, and Pope.”

My stomach sinks. So it’s like that, huh?

Jensen assigns me to his group, which is something, I suppose. While everyone scatters to get in position, I skate over to Garrett.

“Hey,” I hedge, feeling awkward as hell. “I just wanted to say it’s an honor to have you here. Learning from someone of your caliber is invaluable to all of us.”

Awesome. I might as well pull the man’s pants down and kiss his ass for real instead of proverbially.

His half smile tells me he knows exactly what I’m doing.

“If you think a couple compliments are going to make me forget what I saw out in the parking lot, they won’t. It’ll take a lot more than that.”

“I know. I just…I do want you to know that’s not who I am. I’m never late. Well, clearly not never. But this was the first time,” I amend. “And I hope you can overlook this morning’s screwup, because I’m an excellent player, and I really would like to be considered for this opportunity.”

He gives me a long, discomfort-inducing once-over. Finally, he speaks. “My choice isn’t based solely on who’s an excellent player, kid. This is about a lot more than stat sheets. It’s about leadership. And from what I’ve seen so far, you might be lacking greatly in that quality.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

RYDER

Fuck the laws of physics and fuck you

“THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS NO-HOLDS-BARRED TIME TRAVEL. There has to be rules. Because at the end of the day, you can’t resolve the grandfather paradox,” Beckett is arguing from the other end of the couch. “You just can’t.”

Shane shifts his gaze from the TV to Beck. “Is that when you go back in time to bang your grandfather?”

“No, it’s when you murder him, dumbass. That means your dad isn’t going to be born, therefore eliminating your own conception. But if you weren’t born, then how can you be there standing over your granddad’s corpse? You can’t exist and also not exist. That’s the paradox. And that’s why we need rules to reconcile—”

“Dude. You need to face the facts. Time travel doesn’t exist. The laws of physics forbid it.”

“Fuck the laws of physics and fuck you.”

Beckett gets very passionate about this shit.

“Ryder, back me up here.”

“Huh?” I lift my head to find Shane watching me. I scowl. “What are you two babbling about now?”

“What bug crawled up your ass today?” Beck asks in amusement. “You’ve been brooding over there for, like, the last hour.”

“Are you still sulking about the Garrett Graham thing?” Shane laughs.

“Yes,” I mumble. “Because I’m fucked.”

It’s been a full day since Graham showed up at our practice and gave me the verbal equivalent of a spanking, and I haven’t been able to move past it. Coaching at his hockey camp would be invaluable. Given the chance, I’d show up every day like a sponge and absorb every drop of knowledge those two legends have to offer.

“You’re not fucked,” Beckett assures me.

“He said I lack leadership qualities. That’s basically saying he’s not picking me for his camp. Ergo, I’m fucked.”

And all because of a chick.

See? This is why I don’t do girlfriends.

Okay, to be fair, that’s not entirely the reason. It’s not like I’ve specifically avoided relationships all these years in fear that one day a woman I had casual sex with would purposely shut off my alarm after I pass out so that we could sleep in and then my hockey idol would catch us kissing in the car when I’m late for practice—

“You were voted cocaptain,” Shane points out, interrupting my chaotic train of thought. “If leadership’s what he’s looking for, then he can’t exactly say you don’t have it.”

“I’m cocaptain of a team where half the dudes loathe each other. Doing a great job so far,” I crack. During this morning’s practice, Rand and Trager almost ripped each other’s heads off again.

“Your phone is blowing up,” Beck says, glancing at the coffee table that’s littered with our phones and their beer bottles.

“I know. It’s Carma. She’s been messaging all day to apologize.”


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