*Aaron’s POV*
The hotel looked completely destroyed the next morning.
Open suitcases.
Shoes scattered everywhere. Half-zipped bags. Basketball jerseys hanging over chairs.
Nationals was officially over.
And…
We won.
I sat on the edge of my bed scrolling through my phone while my duffel bag stayed completely unpacked on the floor.
Coach Bennett had already texted the group chat three times.
DOWNSTAIRS IN THIRTY. DON’T BE LATE. YES THIS INCLUDES YOU BRIGGS.
I smirked slightly.
Then my door suddenly opened without warning.
“Everybody’s downstairs already,”
Mason, my teammate said while walking in halfway. “And Coach said if you miss the bus, he’s leaving you.”
“Whatever,” I replied lazily.
I stood up slowly, grabbing my hoodie from the chair.
Mason looked around my room befo
