From across the huddle, Darryl gives me a look. I meet it stone-cold, but inside, I’m rolling my eyes. I don’t care if he hates me as long as he leaves Bex alone, but that doesn’t mean it’s not annoying. Most of the team heads back into the showers, but I stay put. So does Darryl. “You got something to say to me?” I ask. I cross my arms over my chest.
