Xan scowled and grabbed his empty beer bottle. He didn't even say anything, just skulked away toward the kitchen. We all tolerated the way he cheered for any team playing the Mustangs. Except George, who refused to dampen his pure love for the team.
Go George. Xander's being a child. Hayes combined talent with working his ass off to be drafted a year early *and* still get his degree before training started. Any real friend would be out there cheering every Sunday
