*Asher*

My teammates hoist me into the air as they begin to celebrate in the endzone.

Holy shit, thank God we won. I almost blacked out while running that last thirty yards. All my brain could say to me was, “Don’t fuck this up.”

“That’s our fucking quarterback!” Mark cheers, lifting his helmet in the air and spinning his arm around. “Asher Slater is a force to be RECKONED with!”

My best friend seems to be drunk on the win, but I won’t ...