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The game ended with a touchdown by me and the crowd went up in painstakingly loud cheers! I always wondered how peaceful victories would be if they did that V sign like in the Hunger Games instead of shouting their f*****g heads off!
“We’re headed to the party, Dan. You coming or what?!”, Greg asked me, running along with me off the field.
“I don’t know, man”, I mumbled, heading over to the locker room to change out of my filthy jersey.
I checked my phone just as I unlocked my locker. I almost dropped it in astonishment when I realized there was a missed call from Ayesha… in fact, there were 6!!
A weird, unsettling sensation fluttered in my chest! The fact that she was desperate enough to call me for help was bad enough…. but that too 6 f*****g times! Something was very f*****g
