Mason: The Malibu Community Court buzzed with the familiar chaos of pregame energy, sneakers squeaking, music echoing through the gym, and the faint smell of sweat mixed with floor polish. Friendly match or not, my pulse was hammering, and I was loving it. The new season would be starting pretty soon, and I needed to get my mojo back not to mention my passion. Felicia would kill me if I suddenly started losing my mojo. It wasn’t the game that had me on edge. It was the girl sitting in the third row, her legs crossed, coffee in hand, sunlight catching on her hair like it was made of gold. Lily. I loved it whenever she came to watch me play my games. It was the hottest thing. She waved when she caught me looking, small and subtle, but it hit me harder than any pep talk ever could. That was all it took, one smile from her, and I was ready to play like it was the NBA finals instead of just a friendly match. “Bro,” Jamal called out from across the court, spinning the ball on
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