The Captain Doesn't Know I'm A Girl
Everyone was still paralyzed by the sight, including Nico, who hadn't broken eye contact with me for a single second.
Suddenly, Nathaniel scrambled up with his hockey stick, furious that his friends had been humiliated by the team's favorite target. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy stick directly at me.
But I was miles ahead of him.
Sidestepping the attack, I watched him lose his balance and almost crash into the rows of lockers. I caught the end of his stick, making him think for a split second that I was stabilizing him. Instead, I used his own momentum to spin him around and hurl him against the metal locker with a loud, ringing thud.