Declan's POV
I was breaking records and I didn't care.
That was the thing nobody told you about obsession. It didn't slow you down. If anything, it made you faster, sharper, and meaner on the field. The anger had to go somewhere, and I was directing every single drop of it into football.
My completion rate was the best it had ever been. My yards per game were up. Coach Jerry had started looking at me the way he looked at game tapes he really liked, quiet and satisfied, like he was watching money being made.
I felt nothing.
Practice was six in the morning till whenever I decided I was done, which was usually when my body gave out. My teammates had stopped asking questions about it. Smart guys. They showed up, did the work, and left me alone in the way you left a live wire alone: yo
