When I finally put myself together, the hallway was mostly empty. Someone tapped my shoulder. I expected to see Jax, but instead, I saw Coach Mike leaning. He looked tired. "Simpson," he said, nodding toward his office. "A word?" I followed him in and sat in the chair across from his desk. It was messy, covered in half empty coffee cups and old game sheets. He didn't start talking right away. He just looked at me for a long time, like he was trying to see through me. "Henderson is excited," Coach said, finally breaking the silence. "A package deal with you and Miller. That’s big money. It’s a guaranteed ticket to the big leagues seeing how well you both play. I made a deal with him based on the rules of Northwood. Before both of you can sign the papers and play professionally, you’ll have to graduate. Hope you’re aware?” "I know," I said. I tried to sound happy, but my voice was flat. Coach Mike leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Liam, I’ve been around this game a l
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