Blaze’s POV
I heard, loud and clear. Missing it wasn't an option, especially with who said it.
The voice was one that had a way of burning into me more than any other voice.
Someone who always found a way to get on my nerves.
It came from a few feet ahead of me, just a bit off the line I said. Too close to be ignored.
I didn’t turn immediately. I stayed where I was, leaning forward with my forearms resting on my knees and my gaze still fixed on the field even though I wasn’t really watching anymore.
I stared at anything but his shitty face.
“You've lost your tongue too?” I heard him say again but I ignored it, keeping my eyes elsewhere even though my jaw muscles went wild.
The other players went about their training, but it all felt distant now. Like it had been pushed to the back
