The atmosphere in the gymnasium was loud and suffocating. Every student was leaning forward, phone cameras held high.
On one side was Kenji, the star player/golden boy of the basketball team, his jersey drenched in sweat from his flashy warm-up. On the other side, Akira stood calm and quiet, like a hunter waiting for the signal to start.
"Check ball," Kenji spat, bouncing the rock hard toward Akira's chest.
Akira caught it with one hand, tossed it back, then immediately got into his defensive stance, bouncing on his toes with ease.
The coach blew the whistle.
Kenji moved instantly. He was fast… there was no denying that. He charged at Akira with intense energy, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and cockiness.
"Ready to get embarrassed, Creep King?" Kenji taunted in a loud enough voice for the crowd to hear. "I'm gonna make you look like the joke you are!"
"Enough talking, Kenji. Show me what you've gat."
Kenji didn't respond verbally.
