(PETE'S POV)
I walked briskly in to the court high fiving and pounding knuckles with the other players as I passed them. There Larry sat tightening his shoe laces.
"Hey man. What's up?" He greeted me as we exchanged a handshake. I sat down on the bleachers beside him.
"What's wrong?" He asked me
"Huh? What's wrong with who?" I asked him.
"You." He said lazily, " I can see the look on your face sir.
Seriously, what's up?" He asked me.
"Nothing. I'm Just a little bit stressed." I said.
"Well, stay strong okay?" He said and after we exchanged another handshake, we got on the court to play.
I cursed at myself for being so transparent, Larry was not supposed to know anything until I decided to talk to him about it. At least that was the plan but now immediately I talk to him about what
