Deans POV
I can’t focus. My head is throbbing, my ribs are bruised and my face is beaten to a pulp.
I am playing like s**t.
The coach keeps yelling at me for making stupid f*****g rookie mistakes.
Thank God the whistle blows.
The first half of our game just ended. Glenwood absolutely dominated us out there.
Coach Rory is so f*****g disgusted by our performance he doesn’t say a word during our half time break.
The guys are tired, leaning with their backs against the lockers while griping their water bottles.
Declan plops himself next to me on the bench.
“Hey man, what’s going on?” He asks concerned.
“You’re playing like s**t!” He says with a chuckle trying to tell me exactly what he thinks but keeping it lighthearted.
I can’t help but be annoyed.
Not at Declan.
Not
