Michael's P. O. V
Coach promised to "reward" us for my sense of humor first thing tomorrow morning. The guys ended up going with neither Pizza or burgers and disappointedly went home.
Once inside my room my mind drifted off to what I found out about the librarian. This wasn't making sense to me, he's been screwing Sam for more than a year now. And am positive those sketches in his sketchpad are of Sam in her bra, which supports my theory. But there was also a drawing of Becca in that sketchpad.
I pulled out my phone from my bag, a smile surfaced on my phone when I saw my wallpaper. It was of the team when we won our first game ever. My eyes scanned every member of the team, but my insides stirred when my eyes landed on West.
A new message stole my attention, and it was from Diana, my heart skipped a beat when I saw that notification. Immediately, I opened the text desperate to know what she texted.