<b>Chapter </b><b>255</b>
<b>“</b><b>Cot </b>High School had really hit a new low<b>, </b>stooping to such <b>dirty </b>tactics because they couldn’t win fair and square<b>!</b><b>”</b>
“The kids from Westbrook High were way too honest for their own good, and now it looked like they were in for a major <b>hit</b><b>. </b>That <b>ref </b><b>was </b><b>clearly </b><b>in </b><b>Cot’s </b>pocket. Winning this time<b>? </b>It was looking next to <b>impossible</b>.”
<b>“If </b><b>I </b>ever see anyone from Cot High, I swear I’ll deck ‘em every single time!<b>”</b>
In the stands, Cot High’s students wore faces full of shame. They were just as disgusted with Jack’s antics; winning like this <b>was </b>nothing to be proud of.
“Let’s bail. Hanging around here is just embarrassing.”
One by one, Cot High’s students started to leave, afraid that staying longer would <b>only </b>stir up more anger.
“Flora<b>, </b>this is beyond ridiculous!” Kaylee was shaking with rage. She’d never seen such tant cheating on the <b>field</b>, such dirty <b>tricks</b>.
Florà stayed silent, her pretty face icy cold. Her steely gaze was locked on <i>the</i>
court, a frosty glint in her eyes.
Dane and his team were battered, the scoreboard showing a five–<b>point </b>gap<b>, </b>leaving them trailing behind Cot High.
However<b>, </b>the <b>ref </b>kept tuming a blind eye, not handing out <b>any </b><b>real </b>penalties to Cot’s yers.
Flora pulled out her phone from her pocket, scrolled through her contacts, and fired off a text. Unbeknownst to her, <b>Connor </b><b>also </b>picked up his phone, his fingers flying over the screen.
<b>On </b>the court, Dane watched his teammates get hurt by Jack’s dirty moves, shaking with anger.
“Dane, heads up!” Alex shouted, hurling the ball towards Dane with all his strength.
As Dane jumped to catch it, Jack came out <b>of </b>nowhere, elbowing Dane in the back and kicking <b>him </b>hard in the knee.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
Pain shot through Dane, and he crashed to the ground.
Jack easily snagged the ball and, with a sneer at Dane, sank it <b>into </b>the hoop under Dane’s furious re.
The ref blew the whistle, <b>“</b><b>End </b>of the second quarter. Ten–minute halftime.”
“Dane,” Alex rushed over to help him up. He wasn’t much better off, his face and body covered
“Jack, you’re a disgrace!” Dane’s eyes zed with anger.
<i>in</i>
Jack crossed his arms, lookingzily <b>at </b>him, <b>a </b>smug grin on his face, “Like they <b>say</b><b>, </b>love and
necessary<b>–</b>it’s our game. You could forfeit now and save yourself <b>some </b>pain<b>.</b>”
war<b>.</b>
Winning by any means
“Forfeit? Not a chance!”
“Even better.<b>” </b>Jack chuckled, leaning in close so only Dane could hear, “N
Then<b>, </b>he sauntered back to the bench.
“<b>Next</b>
quarter<b>… </b><b>I’ll </b>make
<i>ake </i>sure <b>you’ll </b>never y basketball again.”
The entire Westbrook High team looked defeated. With a biased <b>ref </b>and such scummy opponents, how could they keep ying?
Losing seemed inevitable.
“Maybe<b>… </b>we should forfeit…” A younger teammate suggested timidly.
“We can’t<b>!</b><b>” </b><b>Dane </b>said through gritted teeth, “Giving up would only make those jerks happy. Even if we to y the next quarter<b>!</b><b>”</b>
As Dane finished<b>, </b>apuse erupted.
drop dead on this court<b>, </b><b>we </b>have
Connor, Flora, and Kaylee strode over. Flora watched Dane with admiration<b>, </b>“<b>That’s </b>the <b>spirit</b>.”
“Flora<b>…</b><b>” </b>Dane’s eyes filled with tears, a lump forming in <b>his </b>throat. He’s almost <b>on </b>the <b>verge </b>of <b>crying</b>.
<b>Connor </b>handed Dane <b>a </b>ck bag, “<b>These </b><b>are </b><b>some </b>ointments. They’re really effective. Rub them <b>on </b><b>your </b>injuries. <b>You’ll </b><b>feel </b>a <b>lot </b><b>better</b><b>.</b>