Somber was the theme of the bus ride. We had barely escaped with a win against Quincy at the varsity level, while the two lower levels had suffered losses. All coaches at all levels wore unpleasant looks, but nothing was said. Even after getting back to the school, the coaches only said reminders to show up in the morning.
"Do you think we'll be in trouble?" I asked Noah as we walked back to the car with his brothers.
"Why would you think that you'd be in trouble?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow.
Uhhh, lots of reasons. The altercation on the bus. My error. Jordan walking off. Chris being benched. Barely getting by in the game.
"Whatever it is, it won't be too bad." Dave stated. His middle finger had been wrapped up and was told to get it looked at tomorrow by a specialist if he could. "We have a game on Saturday, so even if Coach wants to make us run, it won't be the worst."
I didn't believe him for a second. Rightfully so.
