“I’m not ready for it.”
“For what?”
“School…” My jaw clenched. “All those little punks thinking they can—”
“Jase, they’re three.”
“Yeah, and one day they’ll be seventeen thinking they can tame the bad boy.”
“You’ve really given this a lot of thought, haven’t you?” Asher smirked, and I flipped him off.
“You’re telling me you haven’t thought about it? Remember what we were like in high school? What Hailee, Mya, and Fee were like.” I glared at both of them and realization slowly dawned on their expressions.
“We’re fucked,” Cam said.
“Totally fucked.” Asher ran a hand down his face.
“Welcome to my world,” I grumbled.
There had once been a time I’d thought football was everything… but football was the dream. This right here, this was the life.
It was everything.
Every-fucking-thing.
* * *
The End.