TylerScrolling through the team’s group chat or bouncing a basketball against the wall on my back, or even trying to perfectly memorize how many kinds of fungus there are, should have been enough to keep my head straight.Because I mean, I’d somehow gone from getting mad at myself for making Sydney Walker cry again…To wanting to walk back into Coach’s office and flip his god-damned table.“I tried to cover for you, but Coach wasn’t having any of it.” Micheal explained when I hopped into his car after leaving Coach’s office.His face looking like he’d been punched once, then left to figure out why.“You good?” I asked automatically.He didn’t even look at me. “Brooklyn.”“Ouch.”“Yeah,” he said flatly, reversing out of the parking lot. “She’ll come around.”I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and I wasn’t going to nurse it. Because whatever goes on between them usually burned out in a day or two.It’d be useless taking the conversation further from there.So I just sat there,
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