Tyler
I almost died.
I swear there was this white light just sitting right there every time my hand touched the ball, just begging me to give up.
And I almost did. Multiple times.
“Yo, those guys are animals!” Aaron complained as we shoved through the locker room doors, the screams from the gym still ringing in my ears.
I forced out a chuckle. “We still beat their asses, though.”
“Yeah,” Aaron’s jaw tightened. “Right after they nearly killed Dean.”
I scoffed, remembering the look on Dean’s face each time he tried to breathe.
“Dude, you alright?” Micheal asked, walking in front of me.
But before I could answer, the rest of the team stormed into the locker room, their voices echoing through the room.
“We won!”
“Did you see that shot?!”
“Bro, I swear that dude almost cried.”
Som
