You only went to one hockey game because your best friend had a crush. Then Maxton “Max” Brooks, the university’s hockey captain and NHL prospect, played the best game of his season — and his team decided you were his good luck charm. What starts as a stupid joke turns into saved seats, post-game parties, campus gossip, a jealous situationship, and Max looking for you before every puck drop like it means nothing. It’s funny until it isn’t. Because Max doesn’t do relationships. And you know better than to fall for a boy who still acts unattached while slowly making you feel like the only person in the room.