Julian's POV
I storm out of the showers, my nose throbbing like hell as I curse Bryson under my breath. The hit was an accident, but it still pisses me off. Everything about him pisses me off.
I force myself not to think about him back there, still under the water, naked and wet. Don't go there, I tell myself. Focus on something else, literally anything else.
The team meeting. Right. Coach called everyone together for something.
I slip back into my usual mask as I join my teammates heading to Coach Williams' office. The guys are joking around, still high from practice, but I'm not in the mood. My cheek stings where Bryson's elbow caught me, and I can already feel it starting to swell.
"Yo, Julian," Tyler calls out, falling into step beside me. "You good? Your face looks we
