Lawson: Fox?
Lawson: I WAS KIDDING! COME BACK!
Lawson: Whatever. It’s fine. I don’t need you guys anyway.
Lawson: I’ll just go…do something.
Lawson: Help! What am I supposed to do?
Hutch: HAVE YOU TRIED SHUTTING THE FUCK UP? FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME, I AM TRYING TO NAP!
Lawson: Damn, okay. I get the picture. Go nap.
Lawson: Sleep tight, Hutchy.
Hayes: Dude, don’t…
Lawson: Sleep tight, Hayesy.
Hayes: Goddammit
Lawson: Sleep tight, Locke.
Locke: Uh, thanks?
Lawson: Sleep tight, Foxy Baby.
Fox: Thanks, buddy!
Lawson: Sleep tight, Kells. I hope you have the best dreams ever.
Keller: Please never speak to me again.
Lawson: Nice try, but you’re stuck with me.
Keller: I hate this club.
Lawson: HA! You called it a club! No takebacks! Okay, love you, night night.
Keller: I TAKE IT BACK
Lawson: La la la. Can’t hear you. Sleeping. Love you still.
Keller: Hate you still.
Lawson: Doubt it. *kissy face emoji*
Keller: *middle finger emoji*
CHAPTER 10
LOCKE
“Fuck, that felt good.” Keller drops into the stall next to me, dragging his Serpents-branded towel across his face.
“It really did,” I agree, already working my gear off piece by piece.
We just won our last preseason game, the regular season is five short days away, and I cannot fucking wait. I’m antsy for it in a way I haven’t been in a really long damn time, and I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s because I feel like I have something to prove this season. Or maybe it was that electric crowd out there, telling me they’re already pumped for what’s to come.
