your game with the ducks had just ended on success on your side. skating out of the rink with your team, you follow after evan. the two of you had grown significantly close, since you had been the shoulder he desperately needed to lean on since his friends couldn’t provide that comfort.

you began to like him too. the boy had just gotten out of a relationship though, you could never rush something like that.

signature green jerseys stand out in the white hallway as your teams exit. the ducks stand in front of you, enraged by evan. the group had been arguing with your brunette captain.

“the evan i knew still— would never have done that.” koob, the goaly, said. you recognized him. evan mentioned he used to be an introverted gamer before hockey.

“i’m still the evan you used to know!” your friend defended himself, his brown eyes glistening with hurt. you could only feel sympathy, while debating on how to help

“really?” sofi’s voice cut in, judgemental and full of disbelief as she stared evan over. “then where’d you get your new skates?”

evan did receive new skates from coach cole, they were pretty high end too. but his old ones were breaking! you couldn’t help criticizing how indifferent they were. true friends would have understood.