Cheers erupted from the crowd on the field.
Someone gave a thumbs up and shouted, "Now that's the spirit of football! It's a game, not a tool for hurting people."
I glanced at that arrogant troublemaker, his face darkening like a storm cloud.
He whipped his head toward the person who spoke, his mouth twisting into an ugly snarl.
"Shut up!" he barked, his voice hoarse with rage. Taking a threatening step forward, he looked ready to throw a punch at anyone who dared to speak the truth.
Honestly, he looked more like a clown throwing a tantrum.
I ignored him.
My eyes locked on Elrod, who seemed to think I'd try to stop him from going any further.
But he couldn't have been more wrong.
With quick, determined steps, I marched toward him. Without hesitation, I grabbed his face with both h
