His name was Ozzie.
He was the college hockey star every girl wanted a piece of and who every guy wanted to be.
But I didnât know he existed. Not until the editor of the school paper agreed to give me a position in exchange for writing an article about him and his private life. I want the position. More than anything. Itâs been part of my plan for as long as I can remember. But associating with jocks isnât something Iâm comfortable with given how unpopular and awkward I was in high school. I canât let that stand in my way, though. Iâm too stubborn for that.
I devise a plan to meet him and it works better than I thought it would. I donât tell him what Iâm up to, and by the time I start to realize what all the fuss is about, itâs too late. My lie threatens to expose his darkest secrets and also break my heart.