Daxton’s POV
Being good sucks ass, just so you know. It’s Friday night, everyone is out and I’m sat at home like an old man watching the highlights on tv.
Campbell has already sent me a photo of him and a couple of the guys in a bar, groupies hanging over them and said that there is room for me if I decide to stop being a boring ass. It’s OK for him, his ass isn’t on the chopping block for a trade! I don’t know how, because he is far from a poster boy for the team, he just never seems to get any s**t about his life outside of the court.
I flick the channel to another station that’s showing some black and white film. Letting out a groan of frustration, my head falls back on the cushion of the sofa and I stare at the ceiling.
How long have I even been sitting here? It must be nearly bedt
