The noise from the hockey court spread across the campus like wildfire. Students rushed past Amara in groups, their laughter sharp, their voices carrying too much excitement for her already aching head. She tried to ignore them, but Becky caught her arm, dragging her toward the crowd.
“What’s happening?” Amara asked, her tone flat. She had no patience for games today.
“You’re not serious.” Becky widened her eyes, practically bouncing on her toes. “You really don’t know? Adrian just challenged Kevin for hockey captain.”
Amara blinked, unimpressed. “And that’s supposed to mean something to me?”
“To everyone, apparently,” Becky said, pointing to the swarm of people pressing around the glass walls of the rink. “He said if he scores more than Kevin, he takes the position. Everyone is talkin
