Page 59 of Stepbrother (Bad Boys of Redwood Academy 1)

The entire room went silent and stared at us, even Carter.

“Cut the shit and leave your fucking differences off the field and out of my locker room. I don’t give a fuck what Carter said to you. You should control yourself.” A look of hurt crossed Coach’s face. “You sit out the next game, Harbor.”

“He fucking—”

“You want to make it two games?” Coach asked me.

I pressed my lips together. “No, sir.”

He pointed to the door. “Get out of here and cool down.”

I snatched up the rest of my things and hurried out of the room, forgoing any good-bye to Jamal or the rest of the team. Carter smirked at me on the way out, holding an ice pack to his eye. He fucking deserved it.