My new roommates are two pro hockey players. First, my f-boy of an older brother, and second, his seriously hot best friend (who I seriously hate). This was a last resort. No one should be sleeping on a futon that smells like Cheetos and hot sweat. But here I am, trying to get my life together. Tristan Stiles is the bane of my existence. He never wears a shirt. We can't...