THIRD PERSON’S POV
“Hey, where’s Alastair?” was the first question that greeted Nathan once he stepped out into the hallway and nearly got trampled over by a group of hippos barreling down the hallway in their red basketball jerseys, Warren leading the flock.
“She’s in the gymnasium. Their team captain requested for a meeting. Mentioned something about the field which is by the way still frozen solid in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh, sh*t. Right.” Jackson crossed his arms at this and pretended to think. “Their game was supposed to be tomorrow, right? Well, what do they do? It’s not like they can book a field in another school at this rate. I mean, hockey’s not that important to Maxwell High anyway. They prioritize football and basketball way more. Plus they have never really gotten any
