My Hockey Alpha
When he finished singing, the lights turned on and the rest of the team flooded in while Justin gazed at me with sorrow in his eyes.
“Please take me back,” Justin said. “I’m so sorry, Nina. I’ll make it up to you.”
I stood there biting my lip, unsure of what to say. My face felt hot, and grew even hotter when the rest of the team -- excluding Enzo, who was sitting on the bench next to the medical tools as if he had never gotten up from his seat -- started chanting.
“Forgive him!” they chanted. “Forgive him!”
I squirmed uncomfortably in my spot, avoiding Justin’s gaze. The chanting grew louder as the team closed in on us, urging us to get back together.