Viana's pov.He turned to me, eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing here?” I folded my arms, my own anger flaring to meet his. “Watching practice. My friend Emily invited me.” I emphasized the words, asserting my independence from him. His eyes flicked to where the guys had been, then back to me. “You don’t know how they are. Stay away from them. I won't say this again.” “You don’t get to tell me where I can or can’t stand. You don’t own me, the rink or the school. And I can talk to whoever I want to.” For a moment, we were nose to nose, our breath fogging together in the cold air, the tension so thick it made my pulse shake. Then he shook his head, muttering something that sounded like, “Stubborn,” before adding louder, “You’ll learn.” He then skated off, leaving me rooted to the spot, my heart beating for all the wrong reasons.Emily let out a low whistle. “Well. That was… intensely protective. And extremely terrifying.” “It wasn’t protective, it was possessive,” I corr
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