"Where have you been?" Archer asked as he changed into his jersey. They were about to face the Greenville Bulls to advance to the next round. Dmitri tightened the laces of his shoes and smirked.
"With my happiness," he said. Archer made a disgusted face and glared at him.
"That’s disgusting. Who’s the unfortunate soul?" he asked. Dmitri nudged him away slightly. "Come on, just tell me," Archer pressed.
"Cyan," Dmitri answered. Archer froze mid-motion. His eyes widened in shock.
"Cyan? What?!" he exclaimed. "Wait… you mean Cyan from Stathmore?" he added.
"The one and only," Dmitri said casually.
Archer cursed under his breath, then suddenly grabbed Dmitri by his jersey. The movement caught everyone’s attention on the court.
"What the f**k, D?!" Archer snapped.
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