Anton's POV
Practice had dragged on forever.
The stadium lights cut through the approaching darkness as my teammates finally headed for the locker room, everyone buzzing with anticipation for tomorrow's game. My muscles screamed in protest, sweat soaked through my uniform, and all I craved was a hot shower, some food, and enough sleep to be ready for the most important night of my career.
Tomorrow wasn't just another Friday night under the lights - it was everything.
A college scout would be sitting in those bleachers, analyzing every single move I made. Coach had been pushing us to our breaking point all week, demanding nothing short of perfection from every drill.
Each throw, each sprint, each defensive play had to be flawless.
But despite the mounting pressure, something else kept gnawing at my thoughts.
Ximena.
