WILLIAM

My steps were angry. How could the bastard?! Who did he think he was? 

Propelled by anger, my legs ate up the low cut grassy field in furious, impatient strides. He was talking, while doing a solo training, with some teammates while we waited for our coach. 

“How dare you, fat turd?” I shoved him from behind.

He almost lost his footing. When he turned to face me, the anger contorting his face matched just my own. “You’re pushing my buttons, Redford. Be careful. This isn’t highschool anymore.” 

“What? You think because you’re some hotshot right now, no one can challenge you, you fucking bastard?!” I was in his...