Liam's POV

I'm sitting in the back row of my class, pretending to pay attention to the professor's droning about derivatives, when my phone buzzes against my leg. Coach's name flashes on the screen, and immediately my stomach drops.

I glance around the lecture hall, then quietly slip out through the back door before answering.

"Coach?" I whisper, stepping outside fully.

"Liam, you need to get down to the field. Now." His voice is tight, controlled in that way that means he's trying not to lose ...