Daxton’s POV
‘What the F*ck Williams!’ Campbell’s voice cuts through the changing room as I walk through the door to get ready for training.
The rest of the room goes silent as every eye turns toward me and my own gaze darts around the group as I realise they are all waiting for me to say something.
‘What?’ I ask, feigning innocence as I stride toward my locker and drop my bag on the bench in front. ‘I’m pretty sure I’ve been coming here nearly every day for a while now, why are you suddenly shocked to see me?’
‘F*ck you man’ Campbell huffs, moving to stand next to me as I pull off my shirt and swap it for a training top. ‘You got engaged? Are you f*cking with us? What the f*ck man?’
I shrug, not replying, instead kicking off my sneakers and pulling off my sweats pulling on basketball
