Elena’s POV
I lingered in the chilly arena after practice had wrapped, my hands buried deep inside my coat pockets. I told myself I was just adjusting my scarf, but my eyes traitorously searched every doorway for a familiar tall frame.
"Well, if it isn't the twin hopper."
I stiffened as Marcus, one of the starting defenders and Ethan's friend, sauntered past with his gear bag slung over his shoulder, a smirk plastered on his face.
"I'm not hopping anywhere, Marcus," I said coldly, pulling my coat tighter around myself.
"Right," Marcus chuckled, rolling his eyes. "If you're waiting around for your boys, you missed 'em. Evan packed his gear and ghosted already. Didn't say a word to anyone. And Ethan's in the back with Coach."
A sharp prickle of hurt bloomed in my chest, but I quickly s
