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“This is the second time!” I growl. “What the hell is your problem?”

Her mouth opens and closes like she’s trying to come up with something, but I don’t have time for this.

“Watch where you are fucking going,” I mutter, storming off toward the rink.

By the time I make it to the locker room, my hoodie’s trashed, and my mood’s even worse. I strip out of the soaked mess and throw on a spare shirt and pants from my locker, checking myself in the mirror. The piercing’s fine, but the skin’s red from the heat. Great. Another thing to deal with.

When I finally make it to Coach’s office, he’s sitting behind his desk, looking like he’s been waiting to rip me a new one.

“Caleb. Sit.”

I drop into the chair, bracing myself.

“Your grades.” He tosses a folder onto the desk. “Explain.”

“I’m trying,” I snap.

“You’re trying?” His voice is sharp. “You’re failing. If this keeps up, you won’t just miss the first game, you won’t even practice. Do you understand what’s at stake?”

I stare at him, my chest tightening. He’s threatening to take away the one thing that keeps me sane.

“Coach, I—”

The door swings open, cutting me off.

“Dad, you left your—”

I turn, and there she is. Same green eyes. Same curly hair. Same look of shock as she sees me.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath.

“Sienna,” Coach says, standing up. “This isn’t a good time.”

Sienna. That’s the clutz’s name.

“Sorry, I didn’t know—” Her eyes flick to me, then back to her dad.

“Sienna, this is Caleb,” Coach says, his voice tight. “Caleb, this is my daughter.”

“Yeah, we’ve met,” I say dryly, not bothering to hide the edge in my voice.

Her face flushes, and she looks down at the coffee-stained hoodie still hanging from my hand. “Right. Uh, sorry about that.”

Coach looks between us, frowning. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” we both say at the same time.

Coach narrows his eyes but doesn’t press. “Sienna, we’ll talk later. Caleb, get your shit together. You’re on thin ice.”

I nod, standing up and shooting her one last look before walking out.

Thin ice.

Story of my life.

Chapter 9

Dad’s staring at me like I owe him an explanation.