Chapter 13

Brandon raged, blowing the whistle with fury as the boys ran all over the field, sweat dripping down their faces, as adrenaline pumped hard through their bodies.

A fickle frown appeared on the coach's face, and he yelled at them, spurring them to action.

"Get your asses moving, boys!" His voice rang out over the field.

Pointing at each boy, he yelled words at them. "Nick, get your game back on. You are getting lazy by the moment." 

"Tom, keep on going!" he shouted. "Pass the goddamn ball to Henry."

"Well done, Jared."

Nick growled, his face a tight mask as he glared at Jared. He looked at the coach and scowled at the smile on his face as he stared at Jared.

That smile was his. That smile had always been his.

He ran, avoiding a hit from Henry as he chased the ball off course and almost fell down.

"Bloody thief," Nick muttered a curse under his breath. 

The more he thought of how Jared came and scattered everything