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CHAPTER TWENTY

Author: Gippeum Choi
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-19 15:06:15

ANTHONY’S POV

To say that I was freaking out was putting it lightly.

I have never had this much pressure put on me by my father before a game in my four years of being a basketball player. I’m beginning to realize just how much Blake’s presence on the team was a big help to me. My dad never bothered me this much when Blake was still playing; he always spoke to Blake about every single thing concerning the game and only asked me questions that Blake didn’t know how to answer.

It was only Wednesday, 2 days before the first game of the season, and I was not having an easy time controlling my anxiety about it.

I was by my locker trying to figure out if I could somehow manage to get myself stuck in it long enough for the game to be over, when I felt someone violently hit me. The books that I had removed from my locker in order to fit myself in properly fell from my hand and landed ungraciously on the floors.

“Watch it, Pearce,” Luke said snidely. He made some sort of grunting sound at the
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