Chapter Eighteen: Caleb

I ducked my head in anger as my pass fell short. A glance at Coach, with his face red and the clipboard ready to snap in his hands, I could see just how angry he was with me.

When Diana and I broke things off, I couldn't throw to save my life, but that had changed after I met her, my mystery girl. It was like I wanted to impress her, and had been playing better than ever - until today. I could feel something hanging over me like a dark cloud, and I knew something bad was going to happen.

"Briggs! Get your ass over here!" Coach yelled, and I recoiled slightly at the animosity in his tone. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger, but there was no evading it now. Jones ran by me and slapped his hand down on my shoulder pad in encouragement before he continued down the field. I glanced up as a drop of sweat dripped off of my eyebrow, and I pulled my helmet off.

Coach Anthony jogged back onto the field, and I watched with curiosity as he lea