Tyler’s POV
Coach Aster’s stare felt like a blade pressed to my neck, sharp and deliberate.
“You don’t even want to hear my side” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady.
“I’ve heard enough,” he said, tone clipped. “A brawl in a parking lot? Ten against one? You think that doesn’t reach my ears?”
My fists tightened at my sides. “I didn’t go looking for a fight.”
“Then why were you there?” His words cut through the cold air like the scrape of a skate on ice. “Don’t tell me you just happened to be in the neighborhood.”
“I went for Alexis,” I said flatly. No apology, no softening. “She was in trouble. I wasn’t going to sit back.”
He gave a short, humorless laugh. “And now you’re standing here with a split lip and a hand that looks like it went through glass, acting like you’re the her
