Hardin
I watched her as she roasted me just like I had attempted to roast her a few minutes ago, yet strangely, I felt a rush of satisfaction. I knew I deserved it since I'd been a complete ass to her, and now she was giving me back some of what I dished out. Her sharp words cut through me, but they also brought a flicker of hope, like for a moment, she spoke to me like I wasn’t her worst enemy in the world, and I couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t hate me as much as I thought.
As the practice game wrapped up, I kept an eye on her, especially when Hank, one of my close buds, kept pestering her. An unfamiliar surge of jealousy gripped me as I shot at him, teasing him that she didn't want him, which made almost everyone in the gym room laugh at him.
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