Sydney
A door slammed open at the long end of the hallway.
The noise died down slightly, and the ringing in my head stopped as I lifted my head, sighting Aaron walking forward first.
Then Coach Bradford stepped into the hallway behind him.
“Oh my God,” someone whispered. “They’re so dead now.”
“Tyler, stop,” Aaron said quickly, stepping forward.
But Tyler didn’t listen.
“Sinclair!” Coach Bradford’s voice cracked through the hallway like thunder.
The hallway froze.
Tyler’s fist froze mid-air, his other hand still clutching Dean’s shirt.
Silence.
Coach looked furious, his eyes blazing as he stepped closer. And I could swear I’d never seen that look on his face before.
His footsteps echoed as he slowly came to halt by two boys.
Dean groaned, collapsing completely on the ground, g
