I watched her walk away, hoping that she would turn back and tell me exactly what I needed to hear.
My hand was still hanging in the air from where I’d tried to stop her. I didn't believe she was that cold, or maybe I was wrong about her.
Sienna didn’t believe me. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t. I’d given her enough reasons to hate me.
But the thought of my father walking into the country scared the hell out of me.
I knew what he was going to say the moment he found out that I was not on the team anymore.
“Damn it,” I said under my breath, running both hands through my hair. The sound of football drills echoed faintly from the field, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heartbeat.
This wasn’t supposed to go like that. I had rehearsed the whole thing in my head several times
