AXEL.
When the Ridgeclaw Raptors score their third touchdown in a row, I whip my head towards the scoreboard above:
Ridgeclaw Raptors : 10.
Greystone Titans: 5.
Groans and discontentment echo from the crowd in the stands. The second quarter has barely begun, and we're getting outplayed by our opponents.
But the anger at losing is child's play compared to the rage in my guts: Rage aimed squarely at Shane and his unusual interest in Hayley.
“I'll find your weakness… and I'll break it, over and over again.”
The bastard's words have tormented me since yesterday, and it's cost me every bit of self-control I have to not have a go at him all day.
I hear my name called out from the far end of the pitch as the game restarts, and I watch the ball being tossed in the air towards me.
