“I mean… it was a good play, but you didn’t need to break his arm and all. It was only a scrimmage, ya know?”
Casey jammed her key into the lock and fiddled with it. When it didn’t budge, her brow furrowed, and she threw her equipment bag to the side and settled into a squat stance. Then, Casey planted both hands on the rusty old doorknob to heave it into the open position. Her phone remained planted firmly between her shoulder and her ear, and her head was at an a