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“Does a bear shit in the woods?” A rare smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “Now go, before I change my mind.”

The locker room had cleared out by the time I was done. Only Asher remained, sitting on the bench near his locker cage. “Hey,” I said, dropping down beside him.

“Hey,” he mumbled, kicking his sneakers against the floor.

“Why, Ash?” I’d already asked him the question but that was before the sentence had been handed down.

“Because this was always how it was supposed to be; you get the girl and the glory.”

“Ash, come on…” I nudged his shoulder with mine.

“It’s all good.” Raking a hand through his hair, he finally lifted his eyes to me, but his smile was distant. “It’s your dream, man, so make it count.”

With a small nod, he got up and walked out of the locker room. Leaving me sitting there with nothing but my regrets.

They said heavy was the head that wore the crown. Well my crown was coiled in guilt and shame, and it weighed a fucking ton.

Felicity

My eyes flicked to the wall