Adrian POV
The ball hits my hands and falls straight through.
"Cross!" Coach Rowan's voice—Jules’ father—thunders across the field. "What the hell was that?"
I jog back to the line. "Sorry, Coach. Lost focus."
"Lost focus?" He stalks toward me. "That's the third pass you've dropped today. Get your head in the game."
Ethan glares at me from his position. We run the play again.
This time I catch it. Barely.
"Better." Coach sounds skeptical. "But barely better isn't good enough."
Practice drags on. My reflexes are off. Everything feels slower, heavier. Like I'm moving through water.
Tyler catches up with me during a water break. "Dude, you're getting creamed out there. What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"You've taken more hits this week than all last month." He studies my face. "Somethin
