Rejection didn’t look good on Jack Hall. He’d always been told he was a sore loser -- after pee wee games where he had been the only one keeping score, at family game nights when he’d flipped the monopoly board and never heard the end of it, the time his team lost the state game his junior year and he left a fist sized dent in his football locker. Now he was pretty sure his face was as red as his fist had been that day, public humiliation and heartbreak in one topping the list of things that could probably make him cry. He swung open the gym doors forcefully, storming into the nearly empty hallway with an unsophisticated grunt. Swinging around a corner with no real plan on where he was headed, he knocked full force into his cousin. “Agh -- Dom?” Pushing him away, Jack stood with his fists shoved into the pockets of his green track pants. “You been out here a while? You didn’t -- catch that kiss cam did you?” He forgot for a moment they were on bad terms, desperate for someone to calm him down before he got too upset. @domfm