Gravity

by Tal Bauer

I could faint. I could also puke, right onto the ice, right between his skates. “Hi,” I squeak. “I wear your number.” “Enchanté.” Bryce's grin grows. “I wear your number, too.”

This is the best hockey I’ve ever played. This is how I skate when I’m alone, because no one else can keep up with me. Except now, Hunter can.

“I'd like to not be the coach of a team of dead players and murderers! That's not too much to hope for, is it?” Coach snaps and stalks away.