Explosive Anger

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RYDER Did I f*****g hear that right? A date? He arranged a date for her to meet some Omega newbie? I've never f*****g heard of anything like that in my entire life! Practice comes to an end. Coach calls me over, and I glare at him the entire time I'm skating toward him. He shakes his head and asks when I'm within earshot, "Is everything alright there, Drexel?" "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" "I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill my players before the big game," he says pointedly. I storm past him and head to the shower room. I can feel everyone looking at me a certain way, but I couldn't possibly care less. If anyone has anything to say, they're more than welcome to say it to my face. My thoughts keep gravitating toward Aria and the conversation I overheard. After our exchang

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