The Scout
Jake lagged behind his teammates as they jogged back onto the field for the second half of the football game. Usually dogmatic about sticking to his pre-game routines, Jake had given in the night before at the badgering of his teammates and attended a party. Good times were had, but not without consequence. He bent over, feeling queasy and weak.
“You good, Mullens?”
Shooting upright, Jake forced confidence onto his face.
“All good, coach.”
His coach smacked his shoulder pads.
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