*ASSISTANT CAPTAIN*
SEAN'S POV
The locker room went dead f*****g silent the second Coach dropped the bomb.
“Sean Ferrars is your new assistant captain.”
I sat frozen on the bench, a pair of dirty hockey tape scissors gripped loose in my hand, staring at Coach like he’d just started speaking in tongues.
The ambient noise of twenty-five heavy-breathing athletes evaporated instantly.
No cheers.
No congratulatory slaps on the pads.
Just the sudden, ringing stillness of a room that had just been blindsided.
To my left, Jeffrey looked like he’d swallowed a mouthful of broken glass. His knuckles were white against his locker frame.
And Tyler…
Tyler didn't look shocked at all.
He just sat across from me in the captain’s stall, elbows resting on his knees, staring through me with those
