Hudson’s look of disapproval becomes disappointment.
“They’re still at the facility,” Lenny says. “I drove.” He looks at me. “Where in the fuck’s my truck?”
Grey shakes his head. “You two are pathetic.”
“I’ll drive you home,” Hudson says.
“Get a shirt first.” Grey won’t meet my eye. “And a fucking shower. You smell”
“I just need to get home,” I say, turning to Lenny. “Can I borrow a shirt?”
Lenny nods, and trails down the hall to his bedroom, each step entirely too slow. He returns with a back Nirvana tee. “I like that shirt. Don’t lose it.”
Grey follows Hudson and me as far as the parking lot before heading for a class.
I get into Hudson’s passenger seat, wishing I had a coat. I’m dehydrated, exhausted, and my whole body aches.
“What in the hell happened?” Hudson asks, starting his Jeep.
“All I remember is shots. Lots and lots of shots.”
“That’s not what I mean.” We stop for a crosswalk.
“Wait. Is that?” I have the passenger door open before I can think twice.
“Nolan!” Hudson yells from the driver’s seat, but I’m swinging out the door, ready to tear across the street. Several turn around to look at me, including the brunette I mistook for Hadley, who upon second glance looks nothing like Hadley aside from the dark hair.
Someone honks as Hudson slowly eases forward, the passenger door still open.
“What in the hell are you doing?” he asks.
“I thought it was Hadley.”
“It’s Monday. She’s in class and then she’s meeting Evelyn for lunch.”
I swallow. “She’s going to be pissed. Did she reach out to Evelyn?”
Hudson nods. “She was worried about you.” He shakes his head. “What in the hell provoked you to go out with Lenny? You knew that would lead to a bad decision and worse mistake.”
“I fucked everything up. I ruined our chances of winning this year. We aren’t even going to make it to the playoff. I fucked up.”
“You fucked up by going out with Lenny. Peters fucked up by benching us.”
“Every goddamn thing we’ve worked for. It’s all over.”
“It’s not over. We have two games left and so do the other undefeated teams.”
“We were a shoo-in.”
Hudson eyes me. “We both knew there was a chance we’d lose even if we played. Until we’re allowed to do more than a couple of basic offensive plays, our skills won’t be enough.”
“It’s bullshit.”
“It’s absolutely bullshit, and I’m pissed, but I’m also pissed at you. We had no idea where you were. You literally dropped off the face of the earth without a goddam word to anyone.”
“I was in the dorms,” I point out.
“We tried calling you like a hundred times. Katie was ready to file a missing person’s report. You missed practice this morning…”