Erica
I stood up from where I had been sitting, my eyes scanning the ice, but I couldn’t find Tyler. I quickly made my way to where his coach was standing. I hesitated, wondering whether I should ask where he was… but his coach always looked angry and scary.
I watched as every player moved past me, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of him, but I still couldn’t find him. And he had been magnificent on the ice today.
I walked past the coach, changing my mind, and threw a glance at one of his teammates, hoping he would stop, and thankfully, he did.
“Do you know where Tyler is?” I asked the guy with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes.
He was… kind enough to tell me, which honestly surprised me.
“I think he’s in the locker room,” he said calmly before skating away.
I made my way straigh
