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Whistle~

"Dude, why'd you do that?" Dray asks, checking up on me just as the game finishes. I shrug, collapsing on the bench. "We were already winning by almost 20 points with so little time remaining, and you still dropped another 10 on them." Klay butted in before chugging an entire flask of water. "in a nutshell," I say, acting all innocent.

"Bro, you did too much. . ." Dray says with the same concerned tone, patting my back. "Five bucks by the way," Klay interrupts again, making Dray's stingyass click his tongue. "I was hoping you'd forget."

Right, the bet whether Lovi will come or not. They were right; at first, I was having the most fun I've ever had with scrims, but not long after, I lost all my rational thoughts.

What I did was unnecessary and so unlike me, but when I saw her wonderstruck over Kyrie Irving, necessary was out of the question.

I drape a towel over my head, going over to the opposite team's bench along with a few others. "Aye, just wanted to say GGs." I hear Dray start, to which I nearly roll my eyes at. I could only plaster an obvious fake smile from way over the back while this all unfolds.

Disinterest suddenly wiped off me clean once I spotted a familiar fun-sized figure heading this way, arms crossed more than ever, seemingly hiding herself.

As if things couldn't get any worse, she stops near that number 11, trying to catch his attention.

"Um, capt? You're biting that towel so hard that it physically pains me too." "Tell the others I'll be in the locker room if they need me."

Protagonist's

"You go first; I need to find that guy and tame him." I say to Piona as I jog to her, taking my jacket's hood off. "Damn, good luck—you'll need it." "Once again, you're not helping!" I shout at her as she leaves the gymnasium, waving goodbye.

My shoulders drop in a dramatic fashion. She's right; this time, it'll probably take more than a bottle of soy milk.

With that in mind, I start jogging back to the other side of the court, looking for him. 

"I swear he was just here," I unconsciously spill my thoughts out loud, earning a light tap on my shoulder. "You're the captain's girl, right?" asks a tall man with blonde locks, hands resting on his hips. "no," I say with a scrunched-up face, making him chuckle. "Right, but if he's the one you're trying to find, he's over there in our locker room." he points to a room right ahead before turning around and joining his peers; Oubre Jr. 12, his jersey read.

I shrugged before heading towards the locker room and cautiously entering. I peek each corner like it's a gun game, flinching at the sound of a locker being aggressively opened. I start sweating profusely, gulping as I slowly peek to see where the sound came from, and surely enough, Stephen's right there.

"Damn, you look mad MAD." I emphasize, getting his attention as I now sit on a bench just near the entrance. "Why're you here?" he asks coldly, not even sparing me a glance as he tidies his things up in his locker, water slightly dripping down his short fro.

"You asked me to be here." I gently remind, fiddling my fingers inside my hoodie's pocket. "Right, did you have fun ogling over the other team's point guard?" With the cat finally out of the bag, I couldn't help but let out a small 'pf', finally catching his eye—well, it was a glare, but still.

"You mean the one my friend was crushing on? Yeah, I gave it a little push and outed her to that guy after the game."

Silence. . .

His once sulky face now turns into a dumbfounded one, staring right at me, "Wait, so you don't like him?"

If there's anyone I like, it's you.

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i finally get to update bruh proofreading this book is a pain and im only halfway there 💀