THE ART OF FALLING
Trisha announced dramatically.
“The court is where everything happens, drama, flexing, flirting… and him.”
She nudged Nora and pointed to the far end of the court.
Nora’s stomach tightened.
Because there he was.
Jaden.
The same guy from yesterday. The guy who knocked her off her bike. The guy with the annoying smirk, ridiculous confidence, and muscles that made his hoodie look tailor-made.
He held a basketball with one hand, dribbling effortlessly before spinning it behind his back. He wore black shorts and a sleeveless tee, sweat glistening on his skin like it chose him personally. Every time he made a shot, a ripple of excited squeals rose from the sidelines.