Ezra’s POV
I managed to get through the rest of the lesson as I had intended. Zeke wasn’t back, so as the others went to get changed and leave, I went out to find him. He was still running, and s**t, it was much bigger than I thought it was, how was he not in a heap on the floor?
As he approached me, and I greeted him, I could tell he was pissed. He had every right to be, I had treated him unfairly. This mess wasn’t his fault. It was mine. I should have been more careful. I let my emotions cloud my judgement.
But he refused to stop running. He was stubborn. When he told me to call his mother, I thought he was having a dig. I didn’t find it funny, it just reminded me of his age.
So, I left the field to give myself a small reprieve and try to sort my head out. As I walked away, leaving
