POV’s Tate
Of course, there was no ignoring Caleb. He was probably second only to Philip when it came to speed, and even his stick handling and agility were exceedingly impressive. I’d had Sasha, and I sat as far back on the bleachers as possible, precisely so that he would have a harder time realizing that I was here. So far, he hadn’t noticed me. Good.
The scrimmage ended with Eren, Jean, and Caleb’s team losing to Philip and Connie’s. It was a close game, but Philip had made it impossible for the other team to win.
As the team skated off the ice and headed into the locker rooms, I tapped Sasha on the shoulder. “I’m gonna grab a coffee while we wait for them to get ready. Sound good?”
Sasha nodded, already standing up. “Can you get me one too?” She gave me her signature puppy dog eye
