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The bleachers were overflowing, the roar of the crowd rolling through the gym like a wave. The Wolves were warming up on the court, the squeak of sneakers against polished wood cutting through the blare of pop music. The air was electric...tense, hot, and heavy with competition.
I squeezed through a group of students until I found a spot near the middle row. My heart was hammering like I was the one about to play, not Ethan. I spotted him across the court, stretching with that focused, confident expression he always had before a game. Adrien stood a few feet away, rolling a basketball in his hands, ignoring Ethan completely.
Just great.
"Well, if it isn't Little Miss Ethan's Boyfriend."
I didn't even have to turn to recognize that voice. My stomach dropped. Vanessa appeared beside me, flipping her perfect red hair over her shoulder, her cheer uniform fitting like it was made for her alone. Her lips curved into a smirk that didn't reach her eyes.
