I completely stop walking and the gym around me goes quiet. Well, not literally. The squeak of sneakers and the thud of the ball and Darius yelling at someone to box out are all very much still happening but in my head…everything goes dead silent and narrows to the man standing in the doorway.Kaelen.In my gym? At my practice?Oh and he has the audacity to be wearing Crestview colors like he's got a right to be here."What the fuck," I keep staring. Darius jogs up beside me, follows my gaze, and frowns too.“The fuck is that?"I don't answer…well I can't because Kaelen is slowly moving toward us now and I hate that smirk plastered across his face like he owns the place. His eyes are locked on me and only me, and every step he takes feels like a countdown to destruction.“Lord help me.” I whisper but I know he ain't helping. I'm on my own for good."Yo," Darius says, stepping in front of me. "You lost, fam? This is Westbrook's gym."Kaelen doesn't even look at him. He just tilts his
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