Avery's POV:
One week had passed since my first game with the team. Since then, Blake has been chasing me. He got mad at me for winning the game. If I had left everything in his hands, we would've lost. I'm not guilty that he can't play. Instead of checking girls, he should train. It's not a lie that I don't practice as much as before. Let's say that I was motivated. Now, I don't even know why I am here. Honestly, it could've been worse. I wish that my friends were here. They can play ten times better than these boys here. Maybe I can teach them some things. The problem is that Blake will never let me. I can do it secretly, but I will be in trouble. It's better if I don't risk it. After all, I don't want things to get worse. I can gladly quit the team, but I have nowhere to go. I mean, I
