Finn Pov
"Yo man, What the hell!.. You keep stalling" Thomas complained for the fourth time as we played badminton at his father's private clubhouse. It was our favorite place to pass the time, mostly after baseball practice.
"Am sorry, let go again" I apologized and struck the shuttlecock at him. The only sound coming was that of the racquet hitting the shuttlecock and our heavy breathing.
"You know what?.. I am done for today" Thomas snapped and drop the racquet on the floor.
"Here" Rick who was not paying attention to the game threw a bottle of water at us each. I took a sip and poured a bit on my hair while using the towel around my neck to wipe the sweat off my face.
