Bryson's POV"Gray! What the hell was that?"Coach Williams' voice boomed across the practice field, and I realized I'd just let what should have been an easy completion slip right through my fingers.Again."Sorry, Coach," I called back, jogging to retrieve the ball from where it had bounced harmlessly into the end zone."Sorry doesn't win games against North Ridge!" he barked. "Get your head in the game or get off my field!"I gritted my teeth and got back into position. Third time I'd fucked up a simple throw in the last twenty minutes.My timing was off, my focus was shot, and everyone could tell."Dude, what's going on with you today?" Mason asked as we huddled up for the next play. "You're playing like you've never seen a football before.""I'm fine," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.But I wasn't.Every time I tried to focus on the play call or read the defense, my mind wandered back to that moment in the chemistry hallway. The way Avery had looked at me, really looked at me, for
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