ARTHUR’S POV
Arthur Winslow was no stranger to conflict, both external and internal. As he entered the school gym, the familiar clang of weights and the rhythmic thud of feet pounding on treadmills surrounded him. It was a place of routine, of order. Yet, tonight, Arthur’s mind was anything but orderly.
His hockey teammates worked out all around him, pumping weights, running on the treadmill and doing burpees. As Arthur passed by the gymgoers, everyone nodded in his direction, giving him the respect that he was accustomed to receiving.
He made his way to the far corner of the gym, where the heavy bag hung from the ceiling, just waiting for him. It was his most consistent opponent that he had in his life at the moment, besides Liam of course. Arthur wrapped his hands in red boxing tape
