Phoebe
“I’ll be front row at the venue.”
My palms were already sweaty as I sat down, about to open Tyra’s message. In front of me, Coach Cooper was explaining the stage rules. This was my first time actually playing in an official match, and my knees felt like jelly.
Even though I tried to keep my cool, the way Coach Cooper moved his hands while explaining our strategy made my heart pound even harder. Finley handed me a water bottle, and I could tell he was just as nervous as I was.
I took a sip, but my mind was stuck on the part about how aggressive the enemy team would be in the early game. My hands were still sweating.
Damn it.
The anxiety started even before we got here—on the ride to the venue, a grand white building rented by the organizers. It was the only thing Finley and I t
