“He kissed my girl and then bragged about it. Called her a slut and a whore, sir.” Coach rounds on Darryl. “This true?” “He stole her first,” Darryl retorts. “I didn’t steal her,” I snap. “She’s not an object. She broke up with your sorry ass and found someone better.” “Jesus fucking Christ,” Coach says, pinching his nose with his fingers. “He should have made that pass,” Darryl says. “He sabotaged us all on purpose.” I turn to look at him. “I’d do it again. I warned you what would happen if you didn’t back up, you slimy fuck.”
