“I will,” Coach promised.
And then Mathias was gone.
I hurried into the locker room. Not three seconds later, Coach came slamming in. “Stupid ass.” I thought at first he meant Mathias, and I was ready to jump down his throat to defend the man I loved. When I realized he meant me, I had nothing to say. “So how is this going to work, Reed?”
“How’s what going to work?”
“We cutting off all sponsors, or just the ones you want to f**k in the ass?”
“Jerk.” I rose from the bench I’d sat on.
Coach shoved me back down. “You’re going to Rio if we have to stow away on the goddamned plane.”
“I thought we had corporate sponsors, not just the local ones who have stickers on my bag. Big businesses with big bucks.”
“You know what? You did. Webber Industries, or Webber Incorporated, or Webber whatev
