Chapter 9: ZANE's POV
I sat on the balcony, cigarette between my fingers, half-listening to the guys lose their minds over tomorrow's game.
The team had decided to throw a party the night before our biggest match of the season. Because apparently, getting drunk and high before a championship game was peak athletic performance.
Idiots.
Nike was going on about how this was his first big paycheck. How he was going to buy his mom a new car and pay off his sister's college tuition. Noble. Cute. Boring as f**k.
I took a drag and let the smoke fill my lungs, eyes fixed on the city lights stretching out below us.
The last thing I wanted was to be here.
But I had to be. Had to play the part. Had to sit here with these boys and pretend I gave a s**t about their dreams and their families and t
