Bailey's pov

" Come on guys," the coach blew his whistle, the veins on his neck pulsing. He raised an arm to sling over his glistening sweaty forehead.  " Stop acting like sissies, one more lap." 

One of the boys on the team whined, yelling for a break. I swore the coach was about to pop a vein when he shouted no to the poor boy who looked ready to faint. 

" Get your silly ass up Connah and run some more!" He yelled, his face red. Mira and Katrina snorted beside me, pointing out how ...