Ezekiel's POV
The cafeteria reeked of grease and disappointment, just like every other day, but something felt different as I sat at our usual table. The air seemed thicker, charged with an energy that made my skin crawl.
Kane was putting on his regular show, his voice carrying across several tables as he held court like some kind of king. He had one leg thrown over the back of his chair, energy drink in hand, wearing that cocky smirk that made me want to throw something.
"Any minute now," he announced, loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. "Coach told me the recruiter was blown away Friday night. Blown away. He's probably just figuring out how much money to throw at me."
One of the guys at our table snorted. "Dude, the recruiter barely looked at you. He spent the whole time talking to Anton and Ezekiel."
Kane waved him off like he was swatting a fly. "He was playing it cool. Strategic. You'll see when my phone starts ringing."
