“Keep your focus on that ball, Denny! Focus, focus!”
Coach’s voice rang heavy through the air, grinding into my head but not quite making contact with my brain. My hands fumbled, and the ball hit the ground, bouncing right into another team member’s fingers.
“s**t,” I muttered, and Coach reiterated my thoughts.
“s**t is right.”
“Sorry, Coach.”
“Take a break, guys,” Coach said with a shake of his head, and I grimaced inwardly as he pinned his gaze on me. “Denny, let’s take a walk.”
Fuck.
I took off my helmet and sat it down on the edge of the bleachers, then followed Coach across the field, almost running to keep up with him. On the outskirts of the football field, people watched practice while they studied on the bleachers, looking up every once in a while with half-assed interest.
