>Sebastian
“Come on. The Captain is responsible for the team. Come out to eat with us,” Seguin begged. Coach was in a good mood and cut us loose from practice early. I had plenty of time to eat with the team and get back home to nap.
“Is the Ice King going to grace us with his presence?” Mathison taunted. I rolled my eyes.
“Fine,” I agreed. Seguin smiled, but I got a weird feeling. Getting me to go out with the team didn’t usually make him this happy.
“Meet us at Gringo’s,” he patted me on the back. “I have to call Ali, so I’ll see you there!”
I shook off his odd behavior and finished putting my stuff away. Collectively, we were still riding the high of our first win, and I planned to repeat it tonight. I was also still feeling smug after my encounter with Lynlee. Those tacos had
