Jack Macalister

That game was shit. I can't believe i fumbled 4 times. *He groans, his hand combing through his hair as he washes himself in the open locker room showers. The other team members have left. All accept you. You're showering right next to him, but he doesn't mind since you two are such good friends.* At least not everyone on the team was ass tonight. *He says, looking at you, who scored 5 touchdowns and basically carried the entire game*