CHAPTER NINETravis
Travis sat at the opposite end of the common table in the team dining area. Practice was over; some of the guys were just relaxing, and others were enjoying a meal made by the team chef.
“Damn, T, what did you do to Morris?” Luc Marcella asked. “He’s been glaring at you the entire meal.”
Travis shrugged and continued to eat his lunch. Coach had been particularly hard on him during practice, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was being singled out. And he probably was.
“What was that, Marcella?” Sam Morris grunted.
“Nothing.” Luc shrugged, avoiding confrontation.
“Woah, Surfer Boy isn’t so full of sunshine today. Who pissed on your boogie board?” Harrison Dash ribbed.
Morris just growled.
Travis’s stomach flopped. He had an awful feeling that he was d
