“What the fuck is going on here?”
“This pup thinks he’s big enough to start nipping at my heels. You’re his buddy, aren’t you? Keep him away from me.”
DeShawn tried to twist away from Patton’s hold, but Patton’s grip was too firm. He half-walked, half-dragged DeShawn past the locker room to one of the coordinator’s offices and slammed the door shut behind them.
“Jesus Christ!”
“What the fuck are you doing dragging me in here like I’m some kid in detention?”
“What the fuck are you doing picking fights?”
“You should have heard the shit he was saying about you.”
“I don’t give a fuck what he said about me.”
“You’d care if he started turning the whole team against you.”
Patton ground his teeth together. “You don’t have to jump in and defend my honor every time somebody’s an asshole. It’s not necessary or wanted.”
“I was being a good friend and a good teammate.”
“No, you weren’t. You’re being a child.”