Faking it with Beck Ryder
And at the center of it all, unmistakable even in the poor lighting, was Beck Ryder.
My stomach dropped.
Not again.
I kept talking. Something about affordable housing, about student rights. My voice sounded normal. Steady. Like my hands weren't shaking. Like I wasn't watching the video loop again, and again, and again. Beck's face contorted with rage, his fist raised, another student-athlete crumpling against the concrete.