“Not yet. I’ve been busy.”
“Why haven’t you reached out to me at all?”
“Again, I don’t really know. Just occupied with things.”
“Things. What things?”
I shrug a shoulder and ignore him. What else is there to do? How else can I act when Cliff wants me to leave him alone and push him out of my life?
During practice he gets even with me on the field and drives me into the earth. Practically beats the pulp out of me. Thinks it’s funny. Winks at me after his attacks. Says something f****d up to me like, “You’d better start paying attention to me. I demand your attention, guy.”
Following practice, we’re the only two left in the locker room. Even Coach Dixon is gone. We finish showering. Quiet. Naked. Drying off. Darsey decides to be aggressive and push me up and against the lockers, buries
