Chapter 15: Colton

"We're late," Beck mutters, hastening his step as we move through the lobby of our apartment building before pushing through the glass doors and into the bright sunshine, "and I'm in no mood to run suicides."

Yeah, me neither. We've done more than enough of that this summer. My body already feels battered and bruised and it's only August. Coach came back in July when training camp started up with all these new workout regimes. I'm not sure if he's trying to scare the freshman, but I don't like it.

Not one damn bit.

Added to that, it's hot as hades out here. And it will feel a thousand degrees hotter running plays on the turf. There are times when the field actually looks hazy in the afternoon sun. A few of the guys have already passed out. That's Division I football for you. Pussies need not apply.

I'll tell you this, it makes me glad that I decided not to enter the draft. As much as I love football and I'll miss the sport, I'm ready to move on with my life. I glance at Bec