JAXSON'S POVI skated over to the bench and ripped my helmet off. I ran a gloved hand through my sweaty hair and grabbed my water bottle.Carl skated past me. "Good game, King."I nodded, then made my way into the locker room. The guys were laughing, throwing towels at each other, and blasting rap music from a portable speaker.I sat down on the bench in front of my locker to unlace my skates."Aggressive on the ice today, Jax," Miller said, sitting down on the bench right next to me. "Taking your anger out on Carl?""He was in my way," I muttered, tossing my skates into the bottom of my locker. "Just focused on Friday's game.""Right, the game," Miller chuckled, leaning back against the metal lockers. He glanced around to make sure the coach wasn't nearby, moved toward the others, then raised his voice. "So, let's talk about the real game. How's the dare going, Jax?""Mind your business, Miller," I said coldly, slamming my locker shut."It's been weeks, bro," Miller pressed on. "We a
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