Adrian POV
The meeting room feels like a courtroom, and I'm both the defendant and the witness for the prosecution.
Coach Rowan's words echo in my head: One more incident, one more lapse in judgment, and you're gone.
I keep my eyes fixed on the conference table, afraid to look up and see the disappointment in the faces around me. These men welcomed me like family, and I repaid their trust by going behind their backs.
"You understand what this means for team chemistry?" The coach continued, his voice cutting through my thoughts.
"Yes, sir," I reply automatically.
But I don't understand anything anymore. Three days ago, I thought I knew who I was, what I wanted. Now I'm sitting here letting them tear apart the girl I love to save my own skin.
"Divisional rivalries are won and lost on
