Three weeks. It had only been three weeks. Kai had spent those weeks replaying every moment, every fight, every mistake. He had skated until his legs gave out, until exhaustion drowned out the thoughts in his head. But none of it had prepared him for this—for seeing them with Ethan, of all people. Ethan, the smug preppy guy who skated for the aesthetic, who never had to fight for anything in his life. Ethan, who was now making them laugh.

Kai had always hated him. Now, he despised him.