Here, give it to me.

Said the father and his son whined in protest.

For God's sake! I'm 19 years old, dad!

cried Chris.

A spoilt 19 year old! Do you have any interest in building a career? And now you've got new friends to text all day long! You don't even pay attention to your practices! Coach Evans said you're always on your phone! Now give it back to me Christopher or you'll regret it.

He had no choice but to hand his phone over to his father. He blamed it all on the coach, and on his own cowardice to not stand up to his father and tell him that he had no interest in football.

There on the wooden window, stood an anxious Emery, waiting for his crush to come or atleast text him that he wouldn't. He didn't know what to think, except that maybe he wasn't as important to Chris as Chris was to him.