Hardin
Getting back the trust of the basketball team after we bailed on them last time was like pulling teeth, and our coach, Mr. Turner, made sure to remind us of that first thing as he walked into our class, noticing Peyton laughing.
“You boys think you can just run off and play hero for that girl, the very best dancer” he said, pacing the classroom as we lined up for warm-ups.
The entire team erupted into laughter, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I shot a glance at Lucian, who was trying to stifle a laugh while also looking guilty.
"She's our sister, Coach? We’re just trying to be there for her!” Lucian protested after noticing my reaction, but Coach wasn’t having it.
“I know now she’s your sister, but don’t forget your priorities! If you guys keep this up, you’ll find yourselves
