MATTEO
Tobias was s**t at basketball, yet a god on a soccer field.
“Is that the stench of failure steaming off of you?” I mocked, scoring another goal to add to the ones I’d lost count of.
“I’d love to hear you run your mouth like that on a football field, Moore,” he scoffed, trying to dribble me for the ball and failing woefully.
I laughed all the way to the hoop and scored again, swinging off the rim for dramatic effect while he cussed me out under his breath. I just landed strong on my feet when the sound of screeching tires from afar made me freeze.
To make things worse, it kept getting louder and more ear piercing by the second.
Seconds later, an unmistakable grey Aston Martin Vulcan sped into view and nearly chipped off the edge of the basketball court concrete as it parked hap
