Jacob
I rolled over and found my phone on the floor in my pants pocket. When I unlocked the screen, there were more than twenty notifications. Twitter was going crazy and messages were flying around with Markus at the center of it. Football fans all over the States and Canada had comments and hashtags were trending.
“What did you do?” Kina asked, getting off the bed.
“Thanks for thinking this is my fault,” I said, aware that it sounded a little bitter.
Kina shook her head, found a robe in my bathroom and wrapped it around her body. She disappeared back down the corridor. I turned my attention back to my phone. The tweets were all about loyalty and my lack thereof, of fights between team members and Markus saying things about my anger issues.
“This is such bullshit,” I said when Kina w
