“Again!” Coach Carr bellowed.
His voice echoed across the rink, and we raced across the ice, sprinting as if our lives depended upon it. In his hand, he held a plastic stopwatch, and each time, he waited until the last person crossed the finish line to click his tongue against his teeth. We were only as good as our weakest player. No matter how sour he could be, his made sense. Better yet, I wasn’t last.
Sean took the first couple. Focusing on him helped, but by the fifth go, his endurance faltered, leaving Ryan and me to compete for the prime spot. Not knowing how long this would go on, I stuck to Ryan’s pacing. He wasn’t competitive enough with his own teammates to try to exhaust himself to be first. Probably why the guys made him captain. The most handsome a...
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