Micah stops in front of me, and I quirk my head. “Um. Hi?” I shout over the glass. “What the hell are you doing?” He glances over his shoulder with a smirk, then taps the glass with his glove. Before he can open his mouth, Rhode skates over, swoops in like some avenger, and furiously drags Micah away from the plexiglass with so much force that they slam into an opposing player.
Omg
