“You want to tell me what that was about?” she asks. I refuse to look at her. “It’s hockey. Fighting happens all the time.” The only way I’m making it out of this room without doing something else I’ll inevitably regret later is by acting like it wasn’t about her, even though we both know that’s not the case. Call it plausible deniability. “And the jersey?” I scoff. “You can’t wear the opposing team’s jersey at one of our games. Don’t let it go to your head.” She huffs out a laugh, not believing a word coming out of my mouth. “And what about this?” Finally turning around, I see her holding up
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