Daxton’s POV
Training is grueling, something has obviously got up the coach’s butt and for a change, I’m fairly confident it isn’t me.
‘Pick it up, Jared!’ Coach barks suddenly, glaring at my teammate who is running up the steps of the bleachers behind me. ‘You’re falling behind, you want to warm the bench next game, and you keep taking that afternoon stroll.’
I hear Jared mumble something that sounds uncannily like ‘asshole’ but he soon catches up and falls into step beside me.
‘You OK?’ I pant out as we crest the top and run along the back of the seats to head down the next set of steps.
‘Fine’ my friend growls back, and his whole body language tells me to back the f*ck off.
‘Push ups!’ Coach roars, pointing at the court floor, after our second circuit of running up and down the st
