“f**k!”
I pound on my locker door for lack of something—or someone—to vent my anger. I barely managed to control myself and concentrate for the rest of the practice because of Dylan's sudden appearance on the field. What the hell? Since when did that i***t show up at our practice?
But that wasn't what caused my blood to boil with fury, no sir. It was seeing the f*****g closeness he had with my future boyfriend, realizing at the same time how he left some of his disgusting drool in James’s small hand. It left me so perplexed that I failed in what was going to be a perfect pass, and everything from that point on became chaos with Coach. I’m angry, exhausted, hungry, and my brain is throbbing with a headache.
“Calm down, man,” Steve walks up behind me and squeezes my shoulders tightly. “If
