LUCAS’ POV
The field was alive. The place was filled with voices, banners, and school colors flooding the stands. The sun burned hot over the turf and the crowd was filled with energy. It wasn’t just a game; it was war disguised as charity.
Cheerleaders danced on the sidelines, half shouting for the football team, half for us, the hockey boys. You could practically taste the rivalry in the air. Every chant, every jeer felt like a challenge waiting to explode. Someone even started a “Hockey rules!” chant on the left bleacher. The chant was answered instantly by a chorus of “Football forever!” from the right.
It was loud, messy, electric.
I stood with my helmet tucked under my arm, scanning the chaos. Across the field, Ashley moved between tables and tents, clipboard in hand. Her ponyta
