Marcus walked in with his training uniform on and an energy typical of him.
"What are you doing still in your underwear?" he exclaimed, pointing to the clock on the wall. "Training starts in ten minutes. The coach is going to hang us by our balls if we're late today."
I looked at him with a look of absolute disinterest and an annoyance that was seeping out of my pores.
"I'm not going, Marcus."
Marcus arched an eyebrow, and his smile vanished immediately. He took a step toward me, analyzing the disaster that was my room.
"What?" Marcus said, throwing a towel in my face. "Have you gone crazy? Today is contact training. What's wrong with you?".
"It's Maren" I confessed, clenching my fists over my thighs. "She stood me up last night. She hasn't answered a single call. I don't know where
