Jaxon's POV
The door rattled on its hinges when I slammed it shut. My chest still shook with the echo, but I didn’t give a damn. Hazel had pissed me off, I hated being written off as some privileged, smug jackass. Hated it more that it was coming from her.
She didn’t know me. The nights I couldn’t sleep, oe how every bruise, every drill, every damn skate cut on the ice was me trying to hold on to the only thing that made sense anymore.
“Whoa. Somebody die?”
Johnson’s voice drifted from the couch. He was halfway through a game that just paused, controller frozen midair, eyebrows raised in that stupid way that said he was on to something.
When I didn't answer him , he continued. “You stomped in here like we just lost the championship,” he said, grinning. “Coach cut your ice time?”
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