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Chapter Fifteen
Marcus’s POV ‘Mother f.ucker!’ I slam my fist into the locker as the rest of my team trudge into the locker room, shoulders heavy after our third consecutive loss. I don’t know what the hell is going on, I was on fire New Years day, but then it’s like someone flipped a switch in me. I’m skating slower, f.ucking up plays, taking hits that I shouldn’t be allowing near me! What is going on? ‘Jesus, they wiped the floor with us’ Tank growls as he throws his gloves into his locker with force. I drop down onto the bench in front of my own locker, dropping my head into my hands as everyone around me mutters under their breaths, dragging off their gear to hit the showers. ‘What the f.uck was that out there?’ Coach’s voice booms across the somber locker room, everyone looking up to find our us
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