Chapter 20: Cracks In The Surface
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Ethan stood behind the gym for a few seconds after Tyler walked away.
The sun had nearly set now, leaving the sky painted in deep orange and purple. The air felt colder than before, even though the weather hadn’t changed. Something inside him had.
Then don’t blame me for what happens next.
The sentence kept repeating in his head.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just steady.
Uncomfortable.
He finally turned and began walking toward the front of the school.
As he rounded the corner, he saw them immediately.
Noah.
Jake.
Grace.
Sophie.
Ryan.
And Lily.
They were all standing near the edge of the building, pretending to talk casually—but the moment they saw Ethan, their faces changed.
Relief.
Concern.
Curiosity.
Jake rushed forward first.
“Well?” he asked quickly. “Did he challenge you to a duel? Did he confess his secret plan to take over the school? Did he—”
Grace grabbed his arm.
“Let him breathe,” she said.
Ethan stopped in front of them.
Everyone waited.
Lily stepped a little closer than the others.
“What happened?” she asked softly.
Ethan hesitated.
He thought about Tyler’s story.
About the pressure.
About the request.
About the warning.
Then he answered carefully.
“He asked me to lose the next game.”
Silence.
Immediate silence.
Jake blinked.
“Lose?” he repeated.
Noah frowned.
“On purpose?”
Ethan nodded once.
“Yes.”
Ryan’s eyebrows lifted.
“That’s… messed up.”
Grace crossed her arms.
“What did you say?”
Ethan met their eyes.
“I said no.”
Jake pumped his fist instantly.
“That’s my guy!”
Sophie nodded firmly.
“You did the right thing.”
But Lily didn’t celebrate.
Her expression stayed serious.
“Did he threaten you?” she asked.
Ethan paused.
He remembered the last sentence again.
Then don’t blame me for what happens next.
He didn’t want to worry them more than necessary.
But he also didn’t want to lie.
“Not directly,” he said.
Noah noticed the hesitation.
And that worried him.
They began walking together toward the school gate.
The evening air felt quiet.
Heavy.
Like something was waiting just out of sight.
Jake tried to lighten the mood.
“Well,” he said, clapping his hands once, “on the bright side, at least he didn’t ask you to do his homework.”
No one laughed.
Jake sighed.
“Tough crowd.”
The next few days passed strangely.
Tyler didn’t bother Ethan.
Didn’t insult him.
Didn’t even look at him.
He acted like Ethan didn’t exist.
And somehow…
that felt worse.
Rumors started spreading again.
Some students whispered about tension between the two basketball players.
Others speculated about the upcoming game.
A few even turned it into a dramatic rivalry story.
But the truth was simpler.
And heavier.
Tyler was under pressure.
And Ethan had refused to help him escape it.
One afternoon during practice, Coach Daniels gathered the team near the center of the court.
“Listen up,” he said.
His voice was firm, but calm.
“The next game is important.”
The players straightened slightly.
“We’re playing Riverside High,” he continued. “They’re strong, fast, and disciplined. We’ll need full effort from everyone.”
Jake raised his hand immediately.
Coach sighed.
“Yes, Jake.”
Jake cleared his throat dramatically.
“Does full effort include emotional support and motivational speeches?”
A few teammates chuckled.
Coach rubbed his forehead.
“Sit down.”
Jake nodded proudly.
“Understood.”
Practice resumed.
Drills.
Passing.
Defense.
Running.
Sweat.
But throughout the entire session, Ethan noticed something unusual.
Tyler played harder than ever.
Faster.
More aggressive.
More focused.
Like he was trying to prove something.
Not to the team.
Not to the coach.
But to someone else.
Later that evening, as practice ended and players began gathering their bags, Noah walked up beside Ethan.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
Ethan nodded.
“Yeah.”
Noah studied him carefully.
“You’re thinking about what he said.”
Ethan didn’t deny it.
“Yeah,” he admitted.
Noah sighed.
“This whole situation feels wrong.”
Ethan nodded slowly.
“I know.”
They walked toward the locker room together.
Jake suddenly appeared behind them, throwing an arm over Ethan’s shoulder.
“Good news,” he announced.
Ethan looked at him.
“What?”
Jake grinned.
“I’ve decided to score at least ten points in the next game.”
Noah blinked.
“You’ve never scored ten points in your life.”
Jake shrugged confidently.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
Ethan smiled slightly.
For a moment, the tension eased.
Just a little.
That weekend, the group met at the park near school.
It had become their unofficial hangout spot.
Green grass.
Tall trees.
A basketball court.
And a small snack stand that Jake claimed had “the best fries in human history.”
They sat on a bench together, sharing drinks and talking about random things.
School.
Movies.
Homework.
Music.
Anything except the upcoming game.
Until Lily finally broke the silence.
“Are you nervous?” she asked.
Everyone knew who she was talking to.
Ethan thought for a moment.
“Not about the game,” he said.
Lily looked at him carefully.
“Then what?”
He hesitated.
Then answered honestly.
“I’m worried about what Tyler might do.”
The words settled heavily between them.
Noah nodded slowly.
“Me too.”
Jake raised a hand dramatically.
“I vote we install security cameras around the court.”
Grace rolled her eyes.
“You watch too many action movies.”
Jake pointed at Ethan.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
Ethan smiled faintly.
“You’re not completely wrong.”
That earned a small laugh from the group.
The mood softened slightly.
Then something unexpected happened.
A sudden breeze moved through the park.
Strong enough to rustle the leaves.
Strong enough to make Lily shiver.
She wrapped her arms around herself instinctively.
Without thinking, Ethan removed his hoodie and held it out to her.
“Here,” he said.
She looked at him.
Surprised.
“You’ll get cold.”
“I’ll be fine.”
She hesitated for a second.
Then accepted it.
“Thank you.”
Their fingers brushed briefly as she took the hoodie.
A small moment.
Simple.
Quiet.
But meaningful.
Jake immediately leaned toward Noah and whispered loudly:
“Ladies and gentlemen… we have romance.”
Grace smacked his arm.
“Be quiet.”
Lily blushed slightly.
Ethan pretended not to notice.
But inside, his heart was beating faster.
For a few minutes, everything felt normal again.
Peaceful.
Warm.
Happy.
The kind of moment you wish could last forever.
But deep down…
everyone knew it wouldn’t.
Because the game was coming.
And so was Tyler’s father.
And somewhere beneath the surface…
cracks were beginning to form.
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