Jamie clenched his jaw, the echo of the crowd's cheers pounding in his ears.
"We're not done. I'm not letting this game slip any further."
He turned sharply, calling for the inbound. Troy didn't hesitate — the ball flew into Jamie's hands.
Jamie immediately pushed forward, quick and sharp with each step, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood. The moment the ball touched his fingers, the court around him felt smaller — like a tunnel closing in. Every noise, every breath, every movement was narrowed down to one thing:
"Score. Fast."
Louie was backpedaling, trying to match Jamie's speed. But Jamie wasn't trying to go around him this time. He crossed left, hard, then spun right — a blur of movement. Louie reached out, but Jamie was already past him.
"(This pressure… I've felt it before,)" Ethan thought, his eyes glued to the court.
"(It's like that day… where Alec got awakened..)"
