That was when I finally gave up.
I sat there in the middle of the gym floor, staring at nothing, my breathing rough while my hand throbbed violently against my knee.
Mom will be disappointed.
Dad will be furious.
Coach would finally realise I was screwing the team over.
And eventually everyone else would probably figure out I wasn’t really worth all the hype in the first place.
Then the gym doors opened.
At first, I thought it was Coach coming to check the gym for tomorrow.
Or Micheal, since he’d repeatedly blown my phone after the last bell rang, telling me he’d wait for me because apparently I’d been “acting weird all day.”
Like I was his f*****g girlfriend.
“I’m not ready to leave.” I’d muttered without looking up.
Because for the first time since I learned how to hold a b
