Calgary ends up scoring another point on us before the end of the game, and we have to go back home with our tails tucked between our legs. It sucks, but I also know what’s waiting for me back home. Even though losing sucks I’m ready to be back home with Rae. She has an award show she invited Asher and me to, so we aren’t going to be home for long before making a quick trip to Los Angeles.
I’m quick to jump in the shower to rinse off and change before getting on the bus. As I’m shaking out my hair there’s yelling in the locker room. I’m quick to grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist and rushing out. There’s always press afterwards, but they’re being kicked out because Collins is screaming ateveryone.
“Fuck off! Let them see, let them all see what the fuck it’s really like on this fucking team!” he screams.
The team’s publicist rushes in, trying to calm him down. “We can talk about this, just let it go right now.”
“No, fuck that.” He shakes her arm off his.
“Collins, seriously now is not the time,” our Captain, Dawson, snaps.
“Oh,nowyou want to act like a Captain? A little late for that, don’t you think?”
“Dude, seriously, what the fuck is your problem?” Williams asks.
Collins scoffs, ignoring him and then his eyes land on me and narrow. “You have something to say, Wheeler? Dragons nepo baby and golden boy want to tell me to shut up too?”
“Yeah, only because whatever you’re trying to do right now isn’t helping anyone. Mostly yourself.”
“Tell me more about your wisdom. Did you get that from your daddy? Or your uncle? Your girlfriend? Tell me, Wheeler, who from your perfect fucking life sucks your dick the most?”
“Enough!” Coach Mitchell yells. “Collins, out. I don’t want to see your fucking face for another second.”
The room is quiet; all eyes swing between him and Collins.
Collins steps up to me, and I half expect him to throw a punch into my face, but instead he just smirks. “Yeah, I’ll leave, but I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other.”
He storms away, and even though his words weren’t inherently a threat, the undertone of them was obvious. I just hope it’s because he’s mad and is going to get help for whatever is actually going on.
But there’s something in the back of my mind that has me feeling like it’s going to get worse before anything has the chance of getting better.
“Finish up, here. We don’t need to give the press anything more to talk about,” Coach Mitchell tells us, calmly, and we all get back to cleaning up to leave.
None of us say much, but there’s a tension in the air that I’m sure we’re all feeling. There’s only one thing I want, and that’s to get back to the hotel and call Rae. Because it’s the next best thing to being with her.Just one more day.
Once I’m backin my hotel room, I want to call Rae instantly but see a text from my brother that has me shaking my head.
Easton
Heard your teammate lost his shit.
Grayson
Word travels fast.
Easton
Journalists move fast.
Grayson
True. Do you ever get shit because of who our dad is?
Easton
Eh, a little, but I’m sure you get more playing the same sport. Should’ve joined me in football. You’d be in better shape too.
Grayson
