Claws on Ice
I let out a bitter laugh, grabbing my skates by the laces and slinging them over my shoulder.
“Right. Because God forbid anyone remembers you exist unless you’re wearing a captain's armband.”
“Don't turn your back on me!” Yasmine screamed as I moved toward the door. “If you go through with this, I will tell Mom and Dad! I mean it, Trixie! Do not embarrass me!”
“Too late,” I muttered, slamming the apartment door behind me.
My chest was heaving, I didn't care about the rules, I didn't care about Yasmine's warning, and I definitely didn't care that the varsity boys were currently using the ice.