Justin's POV
I heard the sound of the alarm from my sleep and my eyes immediately snapped open. I looked at the alarm by the side and it was blinking 5:30.
I didn’t even groan. I just sat up, rubbed my hand across my face, and pulled my practice shirt over my head. Early mornings were muscle memory at this point, but today there was a pulse of energy under my skin. I wanted to prove something, not just to the coach, not even to the guys, but to myself. My hand was healed. I needed everyone to see it.
The gym was already humming when I got there. Sneakers squeaking, balls bouncing, the low murmur of half-awake voices. Caleb and Theo were tossing the ball back and forth like they were warming up for a comedy routine rather than practice.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” Theo call
