“I threw high.” “Why?” “The receiver hurt Bex. He’s her ex, the one I told you about.” He breathes in sharply, his nostrils flaring. “How?” “He—fuck, he forced her into a kiss. And then bragged about it while calling her a slut.” I look down at my hands. “I found out during halftime.” “So you lost the fucking game? On purpose?” “He terrified her.” “And what does that have to do with the game?” “Everything,”
