Enemies to lovers
He sprinted down the court, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. With a swift dribble, he dodged a defender and leapt into the air. The crowd held its breath as he released the ball, arcing it toward the hoop. Swish! The net rippled, and the basket baller pumped his fist in triumph, his teammates cheering as he scored the game-winning three-pointer. The girls were screaming his name. Most of them wished to be near him. His name was on a placard ‘Austin’ written in bold. They cheered, but his eyes locked gazes with the only one that held his heart. She blew him a kiss, and he blew one back.