Maya didn’t think—she just moved. Didn’t even pause to catch her breath. Her skates were still strapped to her feet, clacking loud and sharp across the tunnel’s hard floor as she charged straight at Coach Miller. She grabbed the front of his fancy coat, hands trembling with a mix of sweat and raw anger.
"You’re a liar!" Her scream bounced off the concrete walls. "Julian didn’t steal anything! You set him up!"
Coach Miller barely reacted. He glanced at her hands, like he was annoyed by a mosquito. He adjusted his glasses, leaned in so close she could smell the mint on his breath—his words, though, were pure venom.
"Careful, Maya," he whispered, smooth and icy. "Everyone’s watching. You just won the biggest competition of your life. Is tonight really the night you want to get arrested? Wa
