My ears rang as I clenched my teeth. Showoff? Tyrant? "What bullshi—" I stopped abruptly, realizing that the coach was still nearby. I took a deep breath.
"Don't give me that lame excuse," I continued, voice trembling slightly. "If only you exerted more effort like I did, if only you put more passion like I did, if only you trusted each other, we still would have had a chance to tie the game. So why blame me when I wasn't even there to keep playing with you guys?"
Silence hung in the air. No one responded. They only lowered their heads in shame. I understood. I was the one who told them what to do, what position to stand in, but didn't they use their brains? I sighed heavily. It was partly my fault—I spoiled them that much. So much for considering them friends.
"Anyway, this marks the end of our volleyball journey. Good luck to all of us," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away.
