Tyler

I almost died.

I swear there was this white light just sitting right there every time my hand touched the ball, just begging me to give up.

And I almost did. Multiple times.

“Yo, those guys are animals!” Aaron complained as we shoved through the locker room doors, the screams from the gym still ringing in my ears.

I forced out a chuckle. “We still beat their asses, though.”

“Yeah,” Aaron’s jaw tightened. “Right after they nearly killed Dean.”

I scoffed, remembering the look on Dean’s face each time he tried to breathe.

“Dude, you alright?” Micheal asked, walking in front of me.

But before I could answer, the...