com Maybe Ken thinks I wasn't paying attention when he took my position on the football team, my college scholarship, my girlfriend . . . my whole, ENTIRE life.
Guess what, Ken?
I was.

"Don't act innocent with me," Will growled, shaking his left crutch at Ken. "Maybe it was Coach who made you starter, but you can't tell me you hadn't been wanting that for a long time. And what about Melissa? You moved in on her when I was laid up in the hospital!"
Will was pleased to see Ken's jaw muscles spasm at this last remark. Blindly tossing his helmet on a nearby beanch, Ken narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin defiantly. "I never tried to styeal Melissa from you," he said. "You were the one who pushed her away. She tried to stick by you, but you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself!"
Something cols and dark stirred within Will. For a second all he could do was glare at Ken with so much fury, he was halfway amazed the guy's skin didn't sizzle. Will knew on one level that Ken believed what he was saying. But on another, subterranean level, none of it mattered. And before he realized what was happening, he had dropped his crutches and was charging toward Ken, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Ken backed up, looking more shocked than scared. But before Will could reach him, a searing pain flared up in his right knee, making his entire body crumple. He fell to the cement floor with a sharp cry.

Meant to Be