Jaxon

All day, from the moment morning training ended, I couldn’t sit still.

Coach kept yelling that I was “too wired,” but he had no idea.

Nobody did.

I showered in record time, yanked on my hoodie, and grabbed my bag.

My roommate asked where I was going.

I lied.

Then I drove.

Hours of highway, music low, mind racing.

Every red light felt like a punishment.

Every slow driver made me want to scream.

The whole time, my phone kept buzzing with messages from Kendra’s ...