Because of his injury, Taylor had taken sick leave for some days. He should've been back in class by now.
I'd been wanting to see him for a while, so the next day, I decided to swing by the basketball court during my break. However...
"Get lost! I don't want to see you here!"
It had been days, but Witte still hadn't forgiven me. I heard Taylor had missed quite a bit of practice because of his injury, and it was putting his next game at risk, possibly even jeopardizing some sponsorship deals.
"Witte, please believe me, I'm not here to cause trouble..." I wasn't about to give up so easily and still tried to talk some sense into him.
But the moment his big, intimidating frame and fierce glare landed on me, I shut my mouth.
Taylor wasn't in the gym practicing, and the other team members
