Jax’s POVThe arena buzzed with noise—voices, footsteps, cameras clicking, lights flashing. My head was locked in. Zoned in. I had my racket in hand, sweatband already tight around my wrist, and the stress of the game was building up in my veins.Leo was across the net, bouncing on his heels, cocky as ever. I didn’t look at him. Didn't need to. I could already feel the smirk on his face. He thought he was going to win.Typical Leo.But he wasn’t. Not today.I bounced the ball in my hand, letting the rhythm calm me, ignoring the announcer’s voice echoing over the stadium speakers. Every eye in the arena was glued to us—every seat filled; the air thick with anticipation.The tension in my shoulders felt good. Familiar. I liked it that way—controlled and predictable.My phone started ringing. I glanced toward the bench where Riley sat, her posture stiff, eyes flicking to the screen lighting up beside her. She leaned forward, hesitated, then pressed the silent button.I narrowed my eyes.
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