JACKSON
“This is the last chance, Jackson. No next time. Your career depends on it and so is mine. If you want to stand a chance to be recognised at the championship, you’ll have to win the two remaining games. Or else…you’ll become a substitute and we all know that isn't good.” The coach’s words replayed in my head over and over again like annoying music put on repeat, loud, hard to ignore.
“ f**k you Ethan!” I curse through gritted teeth, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as my car pulls through the gates and I drive straight ahead to the parking lot.
A low growl escapes my lips, the desire to let out all the frustration that has been building up within me throughout the drive so strong. Turning off the engine, I punch the centre of the steering wheel so hard that my car honks
