~•Aden•~
"What the hell?" I could do nothing but curse as the team jogged out of the locker room. My words were rather directed at the man who was walking at the front of the row. There was a proud smile plastered across his face, and he was holding his chin up in the air.
"What is 'he' doing with them?" I snapped my head in the other direction and asked her. Unlike me, she was unfazed by the sight.
"How am I supposed to know that?" She mumbled with a shrug. "You better sit down." Amara didn't forget to remind me that I was supposed to have a sprained ankle and shouldn't be jumping on my feet.
"Is that my jersey he is wearing? Who gave it to him?" I spoke up without turning any heed to her words. I was more worried about getting my spot stolen by the person I hated the most, Colen.
