Damian’s Point of View
I promised Carolyn I’d meet her after practice by the front doors, but I couldn’t ignore the anticipation of getting back into the car with her. I was pretty impressed by how still she’d kept her face during the coach’s lecturing. Sure, with her good girl persona and being surrounded by a rowdy group of hockey players, she was probably the least likely option in the coach’s mind for who could have done this. But I was starting to think her good girl persona was all just an act. I mean after all, she’d helped me steal the playbook and then Tee-pee the other team's statue without batting an eye, and then there was the kiss. Good girls certainly don’t kiss like that.
I headed to the locker room, ready to get the hell out of here. I knew practice today was going to be
