*Ember*
“All right, guys. Let’s go ahead and shift, and I’ll see you back here in five!” Coach Brett blows a whistle and claps his clipboard against his open palm as panic reverberates through my entire body.
Goddess, I’m f*****g screwed.
I take a deep breath and begin to make my way toward the trees, which aren’t that far away. Thankfully, our group has a little wooded area nearby. Some of the other groups don’t have that luxury. Not that it seems to matter to most of these guys. Hell, a couple of them barely step off the practice field before they’re whipping their shirts off over their heads.
I refuse to look at anyone. In fact, I have such a singular focus that I don’t divert my eyes even enough to see if anyone is following me, not until I’m as deep into the woods as I can get wit
