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Chapter 18: Colton

"Montgomery, get your ass off the field!" Coach barks when I fumble yet another pass. "Kwiatkowski, take his place!"

F*ck.

F*ck.

F*ck.

I need to get my shit together before I get permanently pulled. Instead of making eye contact with Beck, I stare at the turf and jog off the field. I already know what I'll find in his eyes and that's a-what the hell is going on with you look. I can't blame him for it either. The last couple of practices have turned out to be a complete shitshow. Passes I should be catching with ease are getting dropped, missed, or slipping through my fingers. On one of the last plays, I actually tripped over my own damned feet. If you didn't know better, you'd think I'd never even seen a football before. It's embarrassing as fuck.

Ever since I first stepped foot on the field, my game has been consistent. I don't have high-highs or low-lows. I'm a solid player. Dependable. Coaches know this. My teammates know it. Beck knows it, as well. I'm always in pos
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