"The nice thing about losing your future is that it makes starting over much easier. Marcus Williams is prepared to make it through the last two years of his degree with no expectations, no aspirations, and no connections.
But strategies can change, especially when you've got someone like Sebastian Lockwood staring you down on the line of scrimmage."
“Stop eye-fucking my brother.”
Marcus shifts on the cold bench of the bleachers and turns towards Jackson, who is sitting beside him bundled in a heavy peacoat, two scarves, and a hat pulled low over his ears. Marcus smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Such gratuitous use of profanity. I’m disappointed in you.”