Time moved differently for the next month.
“Yo, you good?” Trey said, smacking my shoulder pad.
One of the last games of the season if we don’t win. I’d gotten a decent amount of field time for a freshman since Chuck rolled twisted his ankle mid-season. Coach started warming up to me after a solid rush where I’d managed to literally jump over another player to bring it in for a touchdown.
Usually I’m sharp, precise.
Today just sucked.
On the last play two shits from the opposing team managed to sandwich me, nearly making me fumble the ball. I managed to bring it to my chest but they’d sent me into a backflip.
That wasn’t my fault though.
No matter how I positioned my body, it would have been a hard hit.
“I’m good,” I muttered, glancing toward th
