Alex's POV
The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor echoed through the air as my friends and I gathered for a game of basketball on the school court.
The familiar feeling of the ball in my hands and the adrenaline pumping through my veins made me more motivated to play.
"Alex!" one of my team-mates called to me "I'm open"
An opponent blocked my front so I had no option but to pass to my team mate. With a swift movement, I threw the ball to him and he caught it.
As I played, I couldn't help but think of Emerald and how lucky I was to have her as my mate.
I know what you're thinking; I have a game yet here I am thinking about a girl. First of all, she's not just any girl – she's my mate. Also, it's not my fault that I can't stop thinking about her. She lives rent
