@parkersfm !
call time to practice wasn’t until seven am , but holden found himself up & at ’em as his clock struck five . on any given day the sound of his alarm rang cruel , but this morning was different ; he had an energy , adrenaline within him that he hadn’t gotten the chance to release just yet . not generally one to be fueled by rage ( at least not one to act completely inappropriately with that rage ) , one might be shocked by the running thoughts within the jock to risk being benched or worse by refusing to remain all-talk with his recent threats . but with numerous aspects & direction of his life piling up to reach a boiling point , holden was searching for that release . and with what better to do so than parker cole , a teammate that he’d say had it coming . after taking a pre-practice & pre-dawn jog around campus in an attempt to rid of some of the energy stored , holden eventually found himself on time at practice , entering the locker room behind a group of benchwarmers & making way to the back row of lockers . “ cole,” he demanded more so than called out to , slamming the other’s locker shut so attention was paid forward solely . “ tell me , is it like mother like son ? is it as easy to just throw twenty bucks at you & you’ll leave me the FUCK alone ?” a bead of sweat dripped from holden’s forehead , but his glare refused to remove its intensity .