#Chapter143
A few weeks later
The space was small, smaller than I would expect a court room to be. If I remember correctly, the one back in the states was bigger than this one.
I felt hideous, dressed in prisoner's clothing while everyone around me wore suits. The guards didn't allow me to wore one myself because they're a bunch of miserable dicks and want to see others miserable, too.
Nervously, I rub my hands on my thighs. /"Come on, now, we got this shit, don't worry./"
I give coach a side glare. /"Last time I heard that from you, I ended up in a fucking cell. Don't jinx us and say something like:'Oh, shit, you're so screwed.'/".
/"Oh, shit, you're so screwed./" he obliges my request and I nod my head, pleased. /"Thank you./"
/"On a serious note though, don't be nervous. Today you will walk out of here a free man, mark my words./"
/"Consider them marked./" I reply and hope that was it for the banter and the fucking pep talk.