Jenny’s POV The gym buzzed with the sound of sneakers screeching against the hardwood floor and the steady bounce of a basketball. It was crowded, chaotic, and alive—everything I usually avoided. But Vanessa, ever the optimist, had dragged me here, claiming it would be good for me to “get out of my own head.” “You’re staring into space again,” Vanessa whispered, nudging my arm. “I’m not,” I lied, tearing my eyes away from Rexford Blankson, who was on the court, effortlessly commanding everyone’s attention. His every move oozed confidence, from the way he dribbled the ball to how he flashed that signature smirk at his friends on the sidelines. Vanessa wasn’t fooled. “You’re hopeless, Jenny. He’s a waste of time.” “I wasn’t staring,” I muttered, tugging my hoodie tighter around me, wishing I could disappear. “He’s trouble,” Vanessa continued, ignoring my denial. “He’s never looked twice at a girl unless there’s something in it for him.” I glanced up briefly, and sure enough, Rex
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