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Emmett:
I roll my neck and sit in Coach's office.
"Emmett," Charlie says.
"Look, I know all right. I know that shit was out of control but fucking Black ..." I trail off because I can feel the anger filling me again. "That asshole thinks he can just come in here and spout his bullshit because he's pissed off? What the hell did he do today that was so impressive? What has he done all season as a matter of fact? He may have had a good game last week but that was only because he was pissed off at seeing Cullen and Bella together. Fuck him," I spit out. "Fuck. Him."
I'm still amped up and I need to go run or some shit to calm down.
Motherfucking Black.
Coach sits back in his chair and rubs his hands over his face.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm in charge of fucking toddlers. I'll deal with Black. You calm your ass down before you go home to my daughter and grandchild."
"I'm gonna hit the gym for a minute. I'll see you tomorrow, Coach."
I stand up and walk out of the office looking around the locker room.
Cullen nods at me and I point toward the gym.
I jump on the treadmill and start running. I really need to punch something, but this is going to have to do for now. I hate running and I hope this will tire me out enough to help me calm my ass down.
The door opens and Jimmy, Cullen and Whitlock walk into the room.
They each jump on a treadmill and I nod.
O-Line solidarity.
I'm already feeling better.
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