It was a brawl. Kyle held the ball victoriously, claiming he’d won, while Holden, Leo, and Clay threatened him within an inch of his life and called him out for a dirty pass interference. “I barely touched her!” “You shoved her so hard she hit the ground, you fucking douche,” Clay argued, snatching the ball out of Kyle’s hands. “She’s not wearing pads. You could have really hurt her.” It was then that I realized I was warm and cradled, and my eyelids fluttered as I looked up at who was holding me. Zeke.
