Craving The Wrong Player
They yank Ace off, dragging him away as he shouts, “Fuck you, Salvatore!”
"No, fuck you Blackwood!” I scream. Surprisingly he turns, searching for whoever said it. I go weak in the knees of how intense his blue eyes was when he found mine, but he flips the bird on me and skates away. Piece of shit. It didn't matter with him now, I had to make sure that Kade was okay but the sight isn't good either.
Kade isn’t moving. Not even a little. My chest tightens as the meds rush out, surrounding him, rolling a stretcher onto the ice. They wheel him away, toward the school clinic, and he still isn’t waking up.
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