Carter’s POVThe last locker door clanged loudly, followed by the sound of the bolt locking it. “See you later, losers!” Bryce yelled as he hurried out.“Later, loser!” I called back.“Bye, Bryce,” Liam waved. He turned to me once Bryce was gone, picking up right where he’d left off. “I'm telling you, if Miller keeps blowing his breaks, we’re toast,” he grunted, his broad shoulders slumped in exhaustion as he peeled off his sweaty socks.I laughed, tossing my damp practice jersey into the bin. "Miller’s always a step slow. Just run your post and trust me to get it over the safety.""Oh, so I do the running and you get the credit? Typical QB." Liam smirked, looking up. His ocean-blue eyes looked lighter than usual.It was normal. This was our routine—senior year, co-captains, best friends since middle school. We talked, we laughed, and we were usually the last to leave the locker room at the end of the day.Liam winced suddenly, his hand flying to his right calf as his face cont
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