Noah’s POV:
The court still smelled like sweat, rubber soles, and victory.
My jersey clung to me, damp and heavy, but I didn’t care. I’d done it. We’d done it. We freaking won.
My teammates swarmed me, clapping my back, slapping my head, and screaming my name like I was some kind of legend. Coach yelled something about scouts watching and the game footage already going viral. It should’ve felt like the best moment of my life.
But all I wanted was her.
I scanned the stands again, but Stacey was already gone from her seat.
My heart kicked. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the congratulations and the reporters trying to get a word. I had tunnel vision, every part of me moving toward where I needed to be.
She kept her promise. She was there. I saw her.
Now I needed to find her.
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