Colt 14

COLT POV (3 months later) 

    I throw my helmet a good four feet before slamming my body down on the bench. My head drops into my hands, and frustrations pulses through me. Teammates or coaches pat my shoulder pads, but I don't look up to see who it is. 

  I just threw away the game trying to make my ball-hungry wide receiver happy. He has been double-covered all game but continued to demand the ball every single play. So like an idiot, I caved. So now I have my eleventh interception of the season, and I look like I don't know how to read a defense to save my life. 

  The game ends 32 seconds later, and I make my way to the locker room with my head hanging low. I know Coach Tanner and Coach Brian are about to lay into me. I am so tired of explaining why I change up the plays. I'm so tired of all the egos and different personalities on the team. 

  It's seems like as soon as our season started, all friendship w