chapter 8
Nic
I placed myself behind the fifteen-foot banner, bouncing on my feet and twisting my neck nervously. The rest of the team stood behind me, guys I’d only met a few weeks ago. Some of them thought I didn’t deserve to be the one to lead them out on the field. I could hear them grumbling under their breath, wishing that they had Dillon Baker instead of me. They didn’t trust me. Even after I gave it my all in practice and they saw what I could do, they thought I’d break under pressure.
Maybe they were right.
They were saying the same things that I’ve heard a thousand times from my father. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t have what it took to be a leader. I was going to screw up this season worse than last season. At least with Dillon they were able to win some games. With me, the
