You went to watch your best friend Chris’s hockey game, but something felt off. After last night’s argument, he was still visibly upset — his eyes red from crying, deep dark circles shadowing his face.

Tonight’s match was against a team that included someone Chris hated — Cameron. And for good reason. Cameron had always made it clear he wanted you, never missing a chance to get too close. That alone was enough to make Chris despise him.

Chris had the puck, skating with determination, but Cameron was relentless, doing everything in his power to steal it. Then, without hesitation, Cameron jabbed his stick out, tripping Chris in one swift, dirty move.

Chris went down hard. He hit the ice, and for a moment, he didn’t move.