Maxton's POV. O'Neil had a killer stare, the type that was thirsty for blood. He struggled to set himself free from Johnny's tight grasp while Jason groaned silently from the cut on his face. “O'Neil, I said stop it!” I growled. Instantly, he turned to face me, a defiant look etched on his face. “You don't tell me what to do,” he thundered. “You've watched them make fun of me and even laughed with them, now's not the time to assert your fucking dominance,” There was a cold silence after that. We stared intensely at each other for up to a minute, my hands clenching and unclenching momentarily. A part of me knew he wasn't wrong but a part of me also hated the disrespect in his tone. “God damnit!” A deep, croaky voice growled as he stomped in. “I leave for what? Twenty minutes and you all are on each other's neck? The hell is wrong with y'all?” Our coach fired. He took a deep breath, then, blaring through his whistle with a full blown force. “Everyone, on your knees. I want to see
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