Chapter Eight

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Anthony's Pov: "You ready, bro?!" Darrell tackled me, forcing me against the locker. "Dude, chill!" I shoved him off me. "Keep tackling me like that and I won't be able to play." "My bad, bro." "You okay?" Raul asked me. "You don't look so good." "Yeah, I'm just... I'm fine." I told them. "Don't worry; I'll be ready for the game." "You better." Justin said. "We need our running back with us. We're going against our rivals tonight, bro." "I know." I told them. "The Bucaneers are going down, bro." I looked around to see if Desire was around. Due to the massive amount of students piling into the school, I couldn't see if she made it in or not. Darrell chuckled and I looked at him. "What?" I asked him. "You looking for Desire, bro?" He asked. "Dude, stop." I told him. "We're

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