Coach Sullivan suddenly blew the whistle. “Fowl!” he called as I helped Sandra up off the floor.

“That’s okay,” Alicia said sarcastically. “She won’t make it, anyway.”

“Since when did you become such a bitch?” I asked her, point blank.

“Since when did you even give a damn?” she countered, ready this time. Good question.

“Since I met Zac,” I answered and watched as her face contorted into a scowl.

I smiled sweetly. Sandra made both her free throws. I cheered and Alicia sneered.

Sandra was a bit apprehensive toward Alicia, until I told her low so no one could hear, “Like I said: I have your back. Go for...