Ella
“C’mon, Nuel,” he said loudly enough for the entire gym to hear. “Don’t tell me you’re already done. I thought you were tougher than this.”
The other players snickered, feeding his ego. My vision blurred with frustration, but I forced myself to stay calm.
Aidan threw the ball again, and I barely had time to react. It slammed into my ribs, knocking the wind out of me. I stumbled back, clutching my side, but refused to go down.
“That’s enough!” Scott’s voice echoed through the gym. He stormed over to Aidan, his fists clenched.
Aidan tilted his head, feigning innocence. “What’s the problem, Scott?”
“The problem is you don’t know when to stop,” Scott snapped. “You’re targeting him, and you know it.”
Aidan chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Relax. It’s just dodgeball.”
