Blood looks entirely different when it hits cold ice. It does not spread like water, but pools fast, thick and bright red against the white sheet."Emily, get those penalty minutes down right now," Coach Miller barked, slamming his clipboard against the glass behind the bench. "What are you staring at?""Sorry, Coach," I said, my fingers shaking as I clicked my pen.I looked back down at my notebook, but my eyes drifted straight back across the blue line. The arena was loud enough to make my chest vibrate. Three minutes left in the third period. Tied game, two to two. The rivalry between our school and Eastview had always been dirty, but tonight felt absolutely different.Over on the visiting bench, Jesse Grey was leaning against the board. My stomach twisted into a knot just looking at him. We used to be inseparable until he cut me off last year without a single word. Tonight, he was not playing like the star captain everyone knew. His face was pale, his shoulders tense, and his eyes
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