“Ready—” “Helmet.” “Huh?” “Put on a helmet or we’re not doing this.” “You’re not wearing one,” I accuse. “Is your massive head made of steel?” “I can manage not cracking my skull open. You, on the other hand, I’m not so sure.” I scoff. “Well, too bad because I don’t have one.” I should really put one on. After attending that brain dysfunction seminar last semester, I know better than to compromise my brain health. Aiden turns to grab something from behind the net. “Here.” I stare at the helmet in his hand. It’s not a cage and instead a visor they wear for some practices. “How is my head going
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