I was about to get into my car when my dad stopped me.
"Your coach said you weren't at practice the other day."
I froze and slowly turned around.
My dad stood a few feet away with his arms crossed, glaring at me.
"I also saw your friend Benji. He said you left school with some little boy."
My stomach tightened.
What kind of game is Benji playing?
Why the hell would he tell my father that I left school with Jacob?
"I didn't leave school with some little boy," I said carefully. "I left with my... friend."
My dad's expression didn't change.
"If you keep missing practice, you won't be captain anymore."
He paused.
"And if you're not captain, how are you going to move forward toward the national team?"
"They don't just look for captains, Dad."
I rolled my eyes and pressed the unloc
