Carolyn’s Point of View
Damian had spent more time than I’d realized coming up with this so-called impulsive plan of his. Maybe he’d thought about it on one of the other occasions that his team had unfairly lost to the Firebirds. Maybe he’d put a lot of thought into this but never thought he’d actually go through with it. Maybe he’d thought he’d meet another person impulsive enough to go through with it along with him. Yet, here we were, pulling into the dark, vacant parking lot of the Firebirds arena.
It had been approximately 45 minutes since we’d left our own arena and began the long drive here. 45 minutes since I’d made another impulsive decision that might lead me to a lot more trouble than I knew how to handle. Yet, I wasn’t nervous anymore. Or at least, not nearly as nervous as I
