Chapter Ten WestonDisgusted with myself, I wrench my locker open and rip off my jersey. The Cobras annihilated us, twenty-nine to six. Maybe they would have won no matter what, but they sure wouldn’t have stomped us so hard if I’d been able to focus worth a damn.
I couldn’t make sense of anything that was going on. The action that I normally flow through so easily was choppy chaos. I was sloppy. Useless. I haven’t played that badly since high school.
What the f**k happened?
I know exactly what happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Jane said last night. It kept banging around and around my head until all I could see was her angry tears, all I could hear was her teenage voice on my phone, cracking as she pleaded . . . as she told me she needed me.
This is the first time the Hawks
