I follow Coach into his office and shut the door behind me. As he settles into his chair, I stand in front of him, bracing myself for whatever punishment he has planned. If I’m lucky, it won’t involve scrubbing the showers.
“Justin.” He starts.
“Yes, sir.”
“Justin.”
“Yes, coach.”
He leans forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you getting distracted at a time when you’re supposed to be training harder? Have you forgotten who came to see you in this very arena?”
Of course I can’t forget that day or the promises I made to Miller. How could I? It was the day that made my future feel like it actually had promise.
“No, sir.” I answer. “I did not forget.”
“So you think this is the best time to be dating and sneaking your girl into the locker room?” he demands, his eyes sharp. “I
