*Chase and his dad are at home. Yelling can be heard as the two go back and forth, standing right in front of one another.*
Dad: You fucking blew it! You could have ran that in and won. Instead you let some fucking idiot ruin the win for you!
Chase: He was open. I wasn’t gonna make it if I ran it! It’s not my fault he was a dumbass tonight!
Dad: You could have if you tried. I’m tired of your excuses! And what’s this shit about you doing theater? You have sports, you don’t need to dress up and act like a freak on a stage!
Chase: Some classmates dared me. I have to do it. Come on, it isn’t a big deal!
Dad: You’re not fucking doing it. End of discussion, Chase!
*Chase glares and goes to hit his dad, but gets stopped and thrown down on the ground.*
Dad: You’re not gonna have one of your outbursts with me. Now fuck off and go to bed before you get hurt.
*Chase lays there thinking about everything he shakes his head in frustration as the scene pans out.*
-
*Trenton and Jay sit in the locker room. Trenton has a cast on his leg from it being broken.*
Jay: Well, did I say that was a bad idea or not, dude? You’re lucky nobody but Kameron and me caught on to that.
Trenton: I’m sorry, dude, I blew it. I thought it would help. I didn’t want to worry anybody.
*Jay just laughs and shakes his head.*
Jay: You don’t get it, do you, dude? I don’t give a fuck about the game. I get why you took them in the first place. You’re a good athlete, one of the better ones on the team, and now you’re out of the season and probably have a drug addiction.
*Trenton puts his head down.*
Trenton: Look, I won’t do them anymore, alright? I’ll just keep it a secret. I don’t need people knowing about this. I have an image to uphold and I’ll do better, I promise.
Jay: You better, or else I’m saying something because I’m not risking this happening again.
*Trenton nods a bit as Jay gets up, heading to go find Kassandra.*