Seriously. My face hurt when I woke up from being slammed against the steering wheel of my jeep and then again slammed against the computer when I resisted giving up information.
And when I woke up, my Lacrosse gear was there in my room. I think I'd be even worse at playing that sport than my dream self, and believe me, he's like the worst of the worst. I do not understand how he made the team. I'm not even sure Coach likes him.