"I told you that you were going to play at least a quarter." Noah says playfully.
I groan and cover my face with my hands. We won the match, but I had never been so tired in my life. The quarterback got injured in the first ten minutes and I had to take his place.
We're at the hotel room. My teammates invited me to celebrate our victory, but I refused without even letting my friends know about it. I don't feel like going to a party, not after the murder that I happened to witness during the last one.
"You should have warned me that Billy was going to hit me in the face with the stupid ball!"
"SCREW YOU, BILLY!" He says while laughing loudly. "How was I supposed to know? You're in the same team."
"I know."
Our laughter soon fades to silence. I'm lying down on my bed,
