It was stupid to come here.
I knew it the second I stepped into the roaring chaos of the arena, where the scent of popcorn and rubber skates clung to the air like static. My breath fogged slightly as I found my seat—row four, right behind the glass. The student section pulsed with noise, Thunders flags waving wildly, but none of it touched the unease sitting heavy in my chest.
I hadn’t been to a hockey game since the Caleb mess. Since I caught him and Tara lip-locked in the kitchen like a bad high school cliché. That night had ruined a lot of things for me—boys in jerseys, arena lights and even Ethan for a while. Most likely because Calebs was the captain of the most popular hockey teams in school.
But then Ryans Maddox had walked into my life like a slow burn I couldn’t outrun.
And
