*Craig's P.O.V.*

She looked shaky when I saw her. The girls must have done something. I couldn't do anything to them, and I sure as hell couldn't touch Tweak. That would just make this all so much worse for me. I'm already viewed as the bad guy. I couldn't make it worse.

"Craig what's going on with you?" Clyde asked.

I looked around the locker room, and all the guys were ready for practice besides me. Everyone was already in pads, and I was just shirtless in jeans still.

"Craig!" Clyde spoke again.

This time I looked to him. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine," Token commented.

I glared to him. "Just shut up. Nobody talk to me."

None of them did either. Apparently you just need to tell the whole world to fuck off to get some goddamn peace. Practice was rough too. I wasn't in my game as usual. Even McCormick was showing me up. I needed to go home-get some sleep. It was a hell of a day.

After practice, I saw I had some texts from Tweak.

Oh my fuck, what does he want now?

I knew I should block him, but I didn't have to heart to do that to him. He fucking pissed off, but I cared. And, I knew that deleting me out of his life would break him. However, he'd turned into a dick after hanging around Bebe and Red. He wasn't the guy I used to know, and he pushed my buttons in the worst way.

He had turned as gossipy as the other girls. It got on my nerves.

I clenched my jaw and aggressively replied.

I took a deep breath and went to block him. I could've handled it better but he has turned into such a toxic and suffocating human. I had my eyes on better things.