Nicholas POV
I sprinted down the court, my heart racing as I dribbled charity. My sweaty palms hover around the ball, but who cares? No one, because I was winning, and the defeated look on Charity's face was satisfying.
I've spent countless minutes displaying my skills, and it shows because charity's hands haven't touched the ball since the game began.
With a confident smile and strategized stride, I launched the ball forward, feeling the weight of it leaving my hands.
“Not again,” Charity whined, causing me to laugh triumphantly.
As I steady my balance, I watch with satisfaction as the ball soars through the air, heading straight for the hoop and lurches into the net.
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
I know I've got this. I've been playing basketball for years, though for fun, but I've mast
