Prior to Scarlett, I would’ve crawled through a sea of broken glass before I missed a match. Football was the most important thing in my life. It always had been, and I thought it always would be. But I’d finally found something—someone—that I cared about more. It didn’t matter that I’d spent weeks anticipating today’s match against Holchester or that my pride was on the line. It didn’t matter that Coach was probably furious with me and that the fans would be too. Scarlett was more important than all of that, and I couldn’t, wouldn’t leave her side as long as she was here.
