What happens when hot rich prick Blaise DeVroe sits down to chat with hockey hottie Conor Edwards?

​Keep reading to find out...

Conor: So, I’m just gonna come out and say it—you might be even prettier than I am. How does it feel to be this good-looking, bro?

Blaise: Nah. No way, dude. You’re the prettiest of the pretty. There’s no competition. I’m going to call my boy up, Zeke, and have him whip up a trophy for you. He’s got a bankcard connection. Rush delivery.

Conor: What do you think is the biggest misconception people have about you? Because I’ve heard you’re kind of a rich prick. Is that true?

Blaise: Uh. Not going to lie, I can be a dick. For real. Biggest misconception is probably that I’m a dick all the time. The bad guy. I don’t mind taking on that title if it’s a situation where it’s deserved, but it’s not like I go out searching to be a dick to people. Come at me, come at my loved ones, and yeah. Guess I am the bad guy then. People don’t actually know what happens behind closed doors, you know? Some of us didn’t grow up in a fairytale.

Blaise: What about you? You kinda hold back on people. What’s a misconception you deal with too?

Conor: They all think I’m the laidback surfer dude without a care in the world. And I let ’em think that, because hell, it’s fun to mess with people sometimes. Also means I don’t have to get too deep with anyone, because they don’t think I got any depth to begin with. Makes life easier sometimes. Well, until you meet someone who refuses to keep shit surface-level, like my fake but now real girlfriend Taylor.

Conor: Yo, that got too heavy. Time for some light stuff. I’m sure the ladies want to know: What is the first thing you notice about a woman?

Blaise: Shit. There’s no way I can answer this and not come off as even more of a dick than I am. Let’s say I love their wit. I really love feeling their ‘wit’ wrap around me and you know, their humor. I love a good handful of ‘humor.’ But in all seriousness, I didn’t really care about personality stuff until I met Aspen. She was different. Before her, I just wanted the girl to be chill, and be okay with how I work.

Conor: Alright, let’s not beat around the bush. Or behind the tree, I suppose. Your first meeting with Aspen Monson was pretty damn hot, to say the least. Please elaborate.

Blaise: Ha! Uh. Yeah. **shrugs** I mean, I was at a party. I’d been friends with the girl for a beat. And yeah. Who’d turn that shit down? Then I look up and see Aspen, and yeah. We went from there.

He nods to Conor.

Blaise: What about you, man? I mean, when I met Aspen for the first time, you know how it went. Then she tried to scare me away when I found her at school, but what about you and Taylor? That’s a good story there too.

Conor: Dude, greatest night of my life. I mean, I’m playing Beer Pong with my boys and a pin-up girl rushes up to me and whispers in my ear that she wants to take me upstairs and not hook up. Like…what? But I’m game for anything, and you should’ve seen her face. Terrified little rabbit. Couldn’t say no to that face, so we went upstairs and had fake sex.

Blaise: **grins** Fake sex? What’s that shit? I’m just kidding. Real talk with the right chick is foreplay.

Conor: Okay, here’s an easy question for you. One item you couldn’t imagine living without?

Blaise: Uh. Fuck. This is going to sound lame, but my mom. Read my book, you’ll get it. Or I think you will. Respect for people who’ve gone through what I went through. You don’t always handle things the right way, but I had my mom and I needed her to get through it. Material stuff is nice and all, but I went through situations where material things mean nothing.

Blaise: Question for you. The stuff you went through with your childhood friend, what would you do differently looking back?

Conor: Nothing. I have regrets, sure, but that doesn’t mean I’d change anything. Mistakes shape who we are. Yeah, I was a punk-ass kid from LA, a troublemaker and total dickhead at times, but if I hadn’t been that way, maybe I never would’ve ended up at Briar, met my teammates, met Taylor. All I can do about my childhood and my former friends is learn from them.

Conor: Here’s another easy one. 3 words you think best describe you?

Blaise: Pretty. Dick. Soccer. **smirks**

Blaise: You guys are on the east coast, right? If someone were to come over for one of your hockey games, which matchup would you recommend? You have a year left, right?

Conor: I’ll be a senior next season. Come for a Harvard game, bro. Obvs you’ll be rooting for Briar (or I’ll kick your fucking ass), but that’ll be a fun match-up. We have a lot of pent-up anger at those fuckheads for beating us last year. And their former star is banging my coach’s daughter, so it’s fun to see Coach get all red in the face cussing out Harvard.

Conor: Final question (I’m saving the best for last). Favorite sexual position…and why?

Blaise: **he laughs, hangs his head a moment** Against the wall. Behind. Hard. **he gets more serious** In all seriousness, my favorite sexual position is Aspen. Just Aspen. Sounds lame, but it’s true.

Blaise: How about you? You a cuddling guy?

Conor: Cuddling, kissing, fucking—it’s all good to me, bro. Really, though, I’m a sappy fuck just like you are. As long as I’m with Taylor, I’m happy. We don’t even have to be naked.

Blaise: What’s a life lesson Taylor’s taught you?

Conor: That whole learning from your mistakes and allowing them to make you a better person thing I mentioned before? That’s all Taylor, bro.

Blaise: Last question, soccer or football?

Conor: Trick question. The answer is hockey.

Blaise: Right on, right on.