The atmosphere was tense.

It wouldn’t have been surprising if they charged at me at any moment.

I slowly retreated, dragging my feet across the grass.

"I-I’m sorry..."

I guessed they were upset because I missed the goal, even though they had set me up for it.

I apologized quickly, but their menacing energy didn’t fade. Maybe my voice had been too soft, trembling with fear.

"Get them!"

At someone’s shout, the boys rushed toward me like a pack of angry bulls.

My heart pounded in my chest.

"W-wait, I didn’t mean to—"

But then I caught a glint of …