POV’s Tate
After nearly twenty minutes of waiting, I heard a commotion as a few of the Marley players exited their locker room, not even casting us a glance as they dejectedly walked away. Then, my current least favorite person in the world walked out.
Zeke walked out glaring, his face bruised, dried blood clinging to his mangy goatee. And he was heading straight for me.
He laughed humorlessly, “Your boyfriend is a f*****g savage,” he snarled, coming right up to me. All of my friends tensed.
I ignored Zeke, staring at the locker doors, waiting for Philip.
Zeke stepped in closer, staring down his nose at me. “You saw it, didn’t you?” He scoffed. “The son of a b***h f*****g attacked me like a rabid dog.”
That did it.
I snapped my head towards him, sneering. “Shut your mouth, Zeke. No
