Wayne took a seat across from Megan, pulling the guitar across his chest and absently strumming it. "I just..."
He shook his head and finally looked her in the eyes. "I just don't really know who I'm mad at, really," he finally said. "I thought I had it wrapped up, yeah? I thought..."
He sighed, and looked around frustratedly. He was thinking too hard about what he wanted to say, trying too hard to craft his response. His eyes met hers again, pleadingly, as if he wanted her to just pull the thoughts out of his head so that he wouldn't have to say them.
"This is going to sound so bad, and I'm sorry... I just wanted to win. It's been me versus you for that spot in the squad for as long as we've been able to ride brooms, and I just wanted it so badly."