ANTHONY’S POV
To say that I was freaking out was putting it lightly.
I have never had this much pressure put on me by my father before a game in my four years of being a basketball player. I’m beginning to realize just how much Blake’s presence on the team was a big help to me. My dad never bothered me this much when Blake was still playing; he always spoke to Blake about every single thing concerning the game and only asked me questions that Blake didn’t know how to answer.
It was only Wednesday, 2 days before the first game of the season, and I was not having an easy time controlling my anxiety about it.
I was by my locker trying to figure out if I could somehow manage to get myself stuck in it long enough for the game to be over, when I felt someone violently hit me. The books that
