Sydney

“How are they allowing this?”

I had no answer. All I knew was Redwood was playing dirty.

They’d realized Dean was hurt and were bumping into him on purpose.

Thirty two minutes in and Lakeview had lost rhythm.

My eyes shifted to Tyler again because it seemed the hope of the team was resting on the remaining four.

“Move the ball!”

“Tyler, control it!”

People kept yelling. Coach Bradford stood rigid on the courtside, this deep scowl on his face as he watched Tyler back away from a scramble, his hand doing that thing again.

“Please, Tyler.” I whispered.

“Come on, Sinclair!” Coach yelled.

Micheal passed the ball, and...