Dangerous Power Play
I need hockey to scrub him from my system, but the ice doesn’t work miracles.
After, I’m slumped in the locker room, sweat drying in cold patches under my pads, doomscrolling through group chats and party invites. It’s the usual mess—memes, inside jokes, thirst traps, a DM from a guy named Darren.
My thumbs hover over Tyson’s name for a long moment. That’s what I’m supposed to want. He’s perfect. Untouchable. My personal varsity prom date.
Dylan brings me back to earth. “Cap, you gonna give us the play-by-play, or what? Don’t make me crowdsource this shit.”
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