It was another day and everyone felt refreshed especially Ethan.Ethan walked into the gym with a plan. He was going to lighten up. No more ignoring Marcus. No more throwing balls or giving the cold shoulder like a jealous idiot. Last night in bed he had decided—he would talk to Marcus, clear the air, maybe even crack a joke or two during drills. Act normal. Be the bigger person. The jealousy was stupid anyway. Marcus was just being nice to an old friend. That was it—he repeated to himself Lila a broken record.He laced up his shoes with fresh determination, glancing around the court. Marcus was already there, warming up with a few easy shots. Their eyes met for a second. Ethan gave a small nod—his version of an olive branch. Marcus nodded back, green eyes flashing with that easy smile. For a moment it felt like things could reset.Then the double doors at the far end banged open.Lila walked in, bright and energetic like always. Brown hair with blonde highlights tied back into a mes

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Lunch was loud like always, but today the noise felt distant to Ethan, like it was happening underwater. He sat at the usual long table with the team this time, the tray in front of him barely touched. Jason had shown up for the first time since his “break,” sliding into a seat near the end without saying a word to anyone. Hood up, eyes down, picking at his food in silence. He was avoiding everyone—staying quiet, shoulders hunched like he wanted to disappear into the bench.Ethan’s heart picked up speed the second he spotted him. This was his chance. He had been waiting for Jason to reappear so he could finally get some answers about what really happened with the rumors and why he’d been gone for so long because Jason everyone knew, wouldn't't give up basketball for that long. He leaned forward a little, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn’t overhear. “Jason, hey… you good man? You’ve been MIA for days. Coach said it was school stuff, but I—”Jason didn’t even look up. He jus

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The gymnasium was alive with noise—crowd roaring, sneakers squeaking, the sharp blast of whistles cutting through everything. Ethan’s heart pounded hard against his ribs as he stepped onto the court for warm-ups, the scout rumor hanging over the team like a thick cloud. Coach had mentioned it casually in the locker room: “Scout in the stands tonight, boys. Play like your future depends on it.” Those words had lit a fire under everyone. National TV buzz, college eyes watching, the chance to stand out. Ethan felt the pressure, but at first he pushed it down. He was going to play well tonight. He had to.At the start of the game, Ethan was locked in. He matched Marcus step for step. When Marcus drove to the basket, Ethan was right there setting screens, calling out switches on defense. They ran plays like they used to—smooth, instinctive, the kind of chemistry that made the team dangerous. Ethan drained a mid-range jumper early, then stole the ball on the next possession and dished it

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Ethan’s room felt too small, the walls pressing in like they knew every secret he was trying to hide. The team group chat lit up his phone screen with rapid-fire messages about the party—*Victory bash tonight, don’t miss it*—and he kept staring at the words, thumb hovering, heart doing that annoying stutter it always did when he thought about stepping out of his safe little bubble. The win from earlier should have felt good, but all it did was replay that missed layup in his head on loop. Marcus swooping in to save it. The crowd losing their minds. Lila’s voice rising above everything. Ethan shook his head hard, trying to shove the memory away. Tonight he was going to the party. He needed something—anything—to quiet the noise in his brain.He stood in front of his closet, clothes scattered across the bed like casualties of war. Black hoodie? Too safe, too much like the version of himself his mom would approve of. The faded team t-shirt with the ripped collar? It smelled like the gym

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The clearing felt bigger the longer Ethan stood there, the bonfire casting shifting shadows that made everything look a little unreal. Music pulsed through the air, bass thumping so deep it rattled his ribs and made his pulse match the rhythm whether he wanted it to or not. People kept arriving in small groups, laughter and shouts blending with the tracks blasting from the speakers. Someone had hooked up fairy lights on low branches, adding soft white glows that mixed with the fire’s orange, turning the woods into something almost magical and chaotic at the same time.Ethan sipped his drink again, the alcohol spreading warmth through his limbs faster than he expected. He wasn’t used to this—barely ever drank, usually sticking to water or soda at team hangs.But tonight the buzz felt like a shield, dulling the sharp replay of that missed layup and the way Marcus had saved the game at the last second. The inferiority still sat there, but it was fuzzier now, easier to push aside.Tyron

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