EthanI’d never wanted to lose a game more in my life, not because I didn’t want the win, but because right now hockey was the only thing standing between me and going after my own brother in front of a packed rink.I’d caught the whole thing from the bench. Audric running his mouth in front of everybody, throwing Zuri under the bus like she meant nothing to him, and Gabriela doing her little fake-injury routine like she wasn’t the most obvious liar on this entire campus. My jaw had been locked tight since the puck dropped, and I could feel it in my shoulders every time I hit the ice, a low simmering thing that wasn’t going away on its own.First period was clean. Fast, physical, the way our games against Whitfield’s team always were, old rivalry, old grudges, nothing personal. I put a shoulder into somebody along the boards and it felt good, felt like somewhere to put all this energy that had nowhere else to go.Then Chase scored.Clean shot, top corner, our goalie barely got a glove
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