Chapter 111

"You?" I shot him a sharp look. "What the hell is wrong with you?" His smirk vanished. His jaw tightened. "I hate you," Cole snapped. "You are just average. I was the one with real talent. I should be the one everyone is talking about. Not you." Then he lunged. I didn't flinch. I squared up, ready to hit back. "Hey… What's going on?" Coach's voice cut through the tension, echoing off the walls. "Zane, why are you still out here? You should be with the team." Perfect timing. I locked eyes with Cole one last time, shooting him a look of pure contempt, then turned my back and walked off. Behind me, I heard Coach laying into him. As I stepped into the locker room, a cold smirk tugged at my lips. Let him stew in it. ~~~~~~~~~~ The air inside the rink was electric. The stands pulsed with noise—chants, cheers, stomping feet vibrating through the ice. My breath fogged inside my helmet as I stood at center ice, stick in hand, heartbeat hammering in my ears. It was the final period. Score tied.