Chapter 225
- 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.