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Chapter 11

Author: GhostWritz
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-22 13:50:14

Sage's POV

The rhythmic squeak of sneakers on the polished court was a familiar, painful symphony. I watched them, my former teammates, moving with a practiced grace that felt like a cruel taunt. Why did I even bother coming? I knew why. Because the yearning to be out there, to feel the ball in my hands, was an ache deep in my bones.

Suspended. Until the test results came back. Two days. Two agonizingly slow days. I usually slipped in, watched for a bit, then vanished before anyone truly noticed, but today… today I just couldn't tear my gaze away.

My eyes kept drifting to Andrew, a magnetic pull I couldn't resist. He was on the sidelines, his presence commanding, instructing the team, his voice a steady rumble of encouragement every time a shot swished through the net. Basketball wasn't just a game to me; it was my dream, a future I refused to lose. And Andrew… he was handsome, undeniably so. There was an authority to him, a quiet respect his presence demanded.

I remembered the mee
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