“Sorry, Coach!” I shout and then catch the ball when Camden fires it downfield to me.

Cam shakes his head, and I feel his eyes on me. But I made the catch, so I don’t know what their problem is. Afterward, we head to the showers, stripping down, and I can’t keep my eyes from scanning over Camden’s side, which is still bruised to all hell.

How has Coach not seen that?

He ignores my angry gaze and heads to the shower, so I follow. When we’re getting dressed with the other guys around us, my attention is drawn to Garrison Dixon and Jameson Bates, who are all of a sudden going at it. I mean, fists flying, words spitting from their mouths, and rolling around on the cement ground with fury like I’ve never seen.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Coach comes out of the office, trying to separate them, but they’re like rabid dogs.

I step in to pull Dixon off Bates as Coach grabs Bates, both of them fighting to get at each other and still screaming. Oakley Easton enters the fray, trying to pull his friend Dixon off Bates too. “Jesus, fuck. What’s going on?”

“He’s a motherfucker.” Dixon spits as we all watch in transfixed horror.

“Like . . . literally?” Easton asks, and Dixon pulls away, his rage apparent.

“No.” He shoves away from Easton, his nose spilling blood. “Just keep him away from me,” he growls at no one.

Coach is furious. “You two want to sit out the last fucking game? Is that it?”

They both seem to sober up for a minute, and I catch Camden’s eyes, seeing he’s worried about this little display.

“No, sir,” they both say.

Coach runs his fingers through his hair. “This happened on school grounds. I can’t ignore that. Detention. Both of you for the rest of the week. After practice. Starting today.” Each word is clipped, and Coach is clearly pissed off, but they actually got off easy.

They both nod before Coach leaves to go back to his office with strict instructions for them to clean up the locker-room after us.

They don’t argue, and I whistle as I move back to my locker and grab my shirt, pulling it on. “You two fucked up.”

Camden nudges me disapprovingly, but Easton clearly agrees with me. “Yeah, you guys should just go ahead and suck each other off. I mean, what the fuck?”

A couple of other guys chuckle, some making kissing sounds at Bates and Dixon, getting in on the teasing. Christian Dean laughs along, “Aw, are you guys in loooove? Is that why you can’t keep your hands off each other?”