Then he pulls out a sheet and starts reading our upcoming schedule, and I swear it’s way longer than I remember. Practices, drills, travel games…it’s all brutal. But it’s almost December, so I guess they’re trying to cram in everything before break.
“Braydon, see me outside,” Coach says once he’s done. “The rest of you, get the hell out of here. And remember, no drinking or drugs of any kind. Not even the weak stuff. There’s a compulsory drug test on Monday.”
A few groans echo around the room, and I can’t help the small smile that creeps up on my face. He just crushed half the weekend plans in one sentence. Jocks like us don’t really mess with drugs, but when it comes to alcohol? Yeah, post-midterm celebrations are kind of tradition.
Guess that tradition’s canceled.
I follow Coach out
