“Bullshit.”

He exhaled, ran a hand down his face. “What do I say? It's the same shit. Unlike you,you get to study and also do football which I am surprised you could handle. But for me, I don't get that. My dad’s breathing down my neck. He wants me out of here, Ryder. Wants me to quit everything, start training for the company. Says football is a waste of time.”

I leaned against the wall. “You never told me that. You said it was about that heiress."

He shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered.”

“Of course it matters.”

He went quiet for a moment, then looked at me again.

“You’re lucky,...