Derek Tyson was hauling a punk-ass kid dressed like a knockoff version of Justin Beiber across the room. Seth McBride. “Bryant,” Coach said. “Meet your new best friend.” He practically tossed the kid my way. Seth raised his eyebrows and pushed his floppy blond hair out of his face. “T.J. Bryant? Thought you retired.” I cut Coach Tyson a searing glare. “I got traded. Something that’ll happen to you if you don’t clean up your act and stop acting like a little shit.” Apparently, Coach liked that answer because he left McBride in my custody. The punk plopped down in the row in front of us, reached
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