Chapter 43: I Don’t Need Your Protection
~ Yates ~
The sound of skates carving into the ice and the sharp thwack of sticks hitting the puck usually helped me clear my head. We were midway through a grueling practice at the rink when my phone buzzed incessantly from my duffel bag on the bench. I ignored it for three laps before the vibration became too much to tune out.
It was a string of texts from Fanny. Apparently, her workbook had gotten mixed up with mine during our last study session, and she needed it immediately for her next class. I sighed, signaling to the coach that I needed a minute.
On my way across the quad toward the auditorium, I spotted a flash of familiar hair near the love garden. It was Gwen. She was sitting on a stone bench, but she wasn't alone. She was talking to
