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Six games of hockey that left everyone who played in them slightly hollowed out in the way that only real competition could hollow you — the specific depletion of having given everything and been met with an opponent who gave everything back. Before game seven Miller said twelve words to us. Not his longest speech and not the most tactical. He said: "You know what you are. Go be it for sixty minutes." Then he walked out of the locker room and let us sit with it. Reyes looked around the room for a moment. He said: "He means play like you know what you're worth." Then he went back to taping his stick. Torres, at his stall, said without looking up: "Game seven at home. There's no other place I'

I answered in a loud voice for I’m getting annoyed at how he is trying to stop me. “This is dangerous.” “Pericles, in what game did I ever lose?” “This is not a game at all.”

I uttered my thoughts out loud. Cayden didn’t respond. He could be sleeping or absent-minded, but I was very sure he had heard me. He always listens. “You’re not gonna answer?” I said. “You know what? I think we should talk. Let’s talk about how good of a game player you are.” I changed the topic. “I made a complete mistake by challenging you in this game because I’ve come to realize that you own the game.” “So I want you to tell me— since we’re about to die, how do you do it?”

I noticed that Henry's not wearing his earphones right now so I remarked, "You're not listening to music today?" Henry's ears turn red as he looks away, "Yeah. I must've forgotten about it." "Thank you for today, Henry. You're the only one who knows how anxious I get before games." I continued, "Sometimes, I think of quitting because of the pressure and all but I just can't let it go." "Don't. Don't quit. You shine brightest when you're having fun." "Do I really?" I was teasing but he suddenly smiled at me and said, "You do so stop thinking about winning too much. Just breathe and play to your heart's content."

But all he did was growl in pain and hold his chest, with the hand I didn't pin down. I was starting to have pity on him but I must win. "Number 4. Never underestimate your opponent's strength." I said as I gave my victory dance. "I won, you lose...."I said as I danced round. When a hand pulled me on the ground as I looked at Derek above me. He moved to nearer to my face and moved to my left ear and whispered something. "Number 5. Don't celebrate too early until the opponent surrenders." "But I already won." I sprouted out with a frown.

I focused solely on them, making sure I didn't turn to look elsewhere once. In no time, it was a tie, as we both stood at equal scores. They had played their final round, and now, it was my turn again. If I failed to answer the question, I would lose, and Roxanne would win over me. I could picture her smirk as she stood over me in victory, and all of a sudden, I could feel the fire pulsing in my veins again. A student lifted the card before me, flashing me the question I needed to answer. It was a quote from Dante’s Inferno....something I'd read recently at home as I'd glanced through one of my novels.

Tsk. “So you came” I turned back to him and noticed the moon boot on his injured leg. “A pretty sad look, don't you think?” “You just worry about the things that actually matter. Like winning this game.” The commentators voice burst through the speakers, already announcing the staring lineup and putting a definite end with what I'd attempted to start with Mia. Great. “I'm gonna make you pay for that” I murmuursd under my breath, leaving them both in the hallway and making my way out.

Emerson's POV "Anyway." I leaned back in the chair, steering us away from the subject of Brooklyn entirely. "Did you see that match last night? The one Marquez was talking about?" "The City game?" Jordan's face lit up immediately, exactly as I'd hoped. "Bro, that second half was insane. I still don't understand how they let that equalizer through." "Defense fell apart completely." "Completely." He grabbed his controller again, gesturing at the screen. "Speaking of which — you in for a rematch? I've been waiting all week to wipe the floor with you again."

"I was turning off the alarm but I've also never missed a basket." "Hear that people, he's never missed a basket." Omar echoed. Dennis scoffed. "Bullshit. That doesn't mean anything. You heard him yourself, he doesn't play." Uehara stepped forward. "You're beginning to sound like a bitch, Dennis. It's just a game. You're just mad because you underestimated Carson and he scored right under your nose. Let's give Jules the ball so he can do some set shots, then we'll see who's really sprouting bullshit."

I grabbed the chilled Gatorades and headed for the sidelines. "Drink," I said, shoving a bottle into his hand. He was vibrating with rage, sweat dripping off his chin, his chest heaving. "They are playing dirty, Ivory. They are taking cheap shots every time the ref turns his head," he growled, draining the bottle in three seconds. "I know," I said, stepping into his space until I could smell the heat coming off him. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his damp forearm. "But look at them, Daniel. They’re massive, but they move like glaciers. They are tired. You have got this game. Don't let these meatheads get in your head."