(Chase)
The next morning came quicker than I expected. I woke up tired. I barely got any sleep again. My body felt heavy, but I forced myself out of bed. I had class that morning, so I grabbed my stuff and left.
I didn’t pay attention in class. I kept thinking about yesterday. About Kendall. About the cops. About how my arm still felt sore from where that cop grabbed me. I sat there staring at the board, but none of it stuck in my head. I just wanted the day to be over.
When class ended, I didn’t even talk to anyone. I walked straight to practice. The guys were already out there on the ice. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to see them. But I went anyway, because what else was I supposed to do.
I sat on the bench, watching. No one said hi. A few of them glanced at me, then looked away. I
