Savannah's POV
"Are you sure you're ready?"
Kinglsey squeezes my knee, unsure if I'm ready to face his brother on my behalf.
Looking down at the football field from where we're parking the school lot, he looks innocent
enough. The first one on the field for a change and he's even got the equipment all lined up for
me.
I nod.
"I'm ready."
Kinglsey And I step out and make our way down the bleachers. He's the first to reach the field
and greet his brother and I follow after with a lack of enthusiasm for obvious reasons.
"-ctually did some scrimmages in the prison yard. I think I've gotten better."
Kingsley nods, "That's what a good player should do. Your circumstances should never eriderate
your progress."
Grant nods in confirmation and drifts his eyes to me, letting them soft
