Albert
"Are you ready?" he asks as our teams are lining up, standing opposite of each other.
I look around to see if we even have a referee. Please don't tell me there is none.
"Victor will be our referee. He is our team manager. But don't worry. He and I aren't on friendly terms at the moment. You don't have to be afraid that Victor will take my side over yours."
"I'm not afraid, coach. I've never been afraid of anything."
The corner of his lips curls into a smirk that he doesn't seem to bother to hide. "My mistake. I forgot. Rich kids are fearless."
Here we go again. Is he allergic to rich kids or what? I'm going to make sure I find out the root of this problem when the match is finished. I commit myself.
Once we are done shaking our hands as a sign of peace, though I wonder if my
