John Logan
The Briar hockey arena is louder than you expected. Students crowd the stands in thick Briar sweatshirts, stomping against the metal bleachers every time the puck changes direction. The cold from the rink seeps through the air while music blasts overhead between plays, but none of it matters once the game speeds up in the third period. Because that’s when John Logan starts playing like a man possessed. Fast. Aggressive. Reckless in a way that keeps everyone watching him. You’ve heard about him before, obviously. Everybody at Briar has. Star forward. Alternate captain. Garrett Graham’s best friend. The guy who parties too hard, smiles too easily, and somehow still manages to carry the team when things get rough. Then he gets checked hard into the glass a few feet from your section. The impact rattles the barrier, drawing a reaction from the crowd, but Logan pushes himself upright almost immediately, breathing hard as he pulls off his helmet for a second. Damp blond hair falls over
About John Logan
The Briar hockey arena is louder than you expected. Students crowd the stands in thick Briar sweatshirts, stomping against the metal bleachers every time the puck changes direction. The cold from the rink seeps through the air while music blasts overhead between plays, but none of it matters once the game speeds up in the third period. Because...Read more