ASHLEY’S POV
The afternoon sun beat down on the field as I adjusted the clipboard in my hands.
Today was the first joint practice between the hockey boys and the football boys, and honestly? It was already chaos.
The football guys moved with confidence, tossing the ball back and forth like it was second nature. Their passes were clean. Their tackles were amazing. Their chemistry was easy. I mean, this was their element. It was like second nature to them.
Meanwhile, the hockey boys… let’s just say it was painful to watch.
“Come on, boys! It’s a ball, not a puck!” Coach shouted. The sound of his whistle echoed through the air.
One of the hockey guys tried to dribble but tripped over his own feet. Another attempted a pass that landed five feet short of his teammate. The football boys
