Crew's Pov
I don't get a chance to see Summer's reaction properly because my teammates swarm me the second I hand the mic back.
"Dude, you have a sister?" Marcus slaps my helmet.
"Since when?" Jason adds, laughing.
"It's new," I say, trying to see through the crowd. But Summer's already gone, probably storming out of the rink to murder me later.
Worth it.
I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans.
Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough.
Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture.
At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the to
