So, Mr. Lowell kept the others away.
The referee’s whistle went off as everyone settled into their seats, Laura and I taking up one of the bleachers close beside the team’s. Aiden and Clyde made sure to sit far enough away so as to not draw suspicion, but both of them made sure to glance my way and give reassurance—Aiden with a sweet smile and Clyde with a deadpan scowl, masking whatever nerves he was feeling for tonight.
Now, I just had to wait.
The game started soon after, both teams filling up the court before the first whistle blew. The ball went spinning in the air, Aiden managing to snatch it out of the air before tossing it down court. Clyde seemingly appeared out of nowhere, catching the ball and dribbling past a number of waving hands before landing the first point of the ga
