CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ADAM’S POV
I’ve thought of ways my day could get worse and by the time school ends, I’m certainly more than drained. The coach is saying something to me; definitely giving me a piece of his mind for ditching practice yesterday judging from the way his lips are moving, coupled with an angry look on his face. But I’m barely listening. No, my mind has been on that reminder text from mum about the planned dinner with Mia and her parents. I haven’t talked to her despite her numerous attempts to corner me throughout school today.
“If you pull that stunt again Jackson, you are getting benched and I don’t give a damn you are one of my best players,” he eventually stomps off but at least I got the last piece.
“Yes, Coach,” I call behind his back as he disappears out of the
