As a team, we moved together towards the parking lot. Coach had sent out the address for the restaurant so everyone started to split away from the group, getting into their own cars.
Noah and I were last to the lot, moving slowly thanks to my swollen ankle. And maybe because of his back.
I glanced at him. "Does your back hurt still?"
Noah scoffed. "Just a bruise." He paused for a second and lowered his voice. "After tomorrow, we'll have a nice break. Probably no tournament until February. There'll be plenty of time to rest then."
I nodded, understanding what he was saying. I felt the same way. My ankle hurt, but it was still good enough that I can play on it.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" Kyle sighed, looking left and right in the parking lot. "They've been missing for so long already. Rhys and Zeke too." He glanced at me. "Have you heard from Jeremy since the end of our game?"
I shrugged. "I don't have my phone on me."
