POVMax
I wake up a mess, my head throbs intensely, as if it were being drilled by someone who told me to get drunk.
Marcus yells.
" Hurry Max we have to go, get up."
Shit, today is the finals...
I get up quickly to take a shower, I hope the coach doesn't notice my condition.
I go out in a towel to get dressed and Marcus left me some aspirin for a migraine.
I imagine that he went with the boys to breakfast, I took my cell phone and deactivated the airplane mode, I began to receive messages, missed calls from Melek .
Maybe I've taken things too seriously.
But it is impossible not to think about yesterday's conversation.
I get dressed and go to the lobby, the guys must be in the dining area, I see them in the back, even several of the team.
I sit with my friends, they are laughing and joking with each other.
" You're better now, brother."
I nod my head as I drink some water.
