Bryson's POV
The day of the game arrives and I can't sit still. I get ready way earlier than everyone else, pacing around the locker room while my teammates joke around like it's just another practice.
"Dude, you're making me nervous just watching you," Tyler says, pulling on his shoulder pads. "Chill out."
"I'm chill," I lie, my stomach churning with anxiety.
"You look like you're gonna throw up."
"Thanks. That helps."
Julian is the complete opposite of me. He sits in his stall, calm and sharp-eyed, already looking like he's preparing for battle. His gear goes on with ease… He's been doing this for years now.
"First exhibition game?" asks one of the seniors, noticing my obvious nerves.
"Yeah."
"You'll be fine. Just play your game."
Easy for him to say. He's
