𝙄𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

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Jake's POV-

As Me and Alex were chilling on the university soccer ground, Coach Wilson's urgent call sliced through the air. He summoned me to the basketball court immediately, teasing the gravity of the impending discussion. Abruptly ending my conversation with Alex, I had to bid him farewell as I raced towards the basketball court, the anticipation knotting in my stomach.
En route, I collided with a girl who, it seemed, was also caught up in a whirlwind of urgency. We both ran headlong into each other, a collision that sent her stumbling and tumbling over me. Books scattered, glasses skittered away, and her hand bore the brunt of the unexpected encounter.
In the middle of all the confusion, her face was a bit hidden behind her messy hair. But then, I caught a whiff of her vanilla scent , and it sort of hooked me. As she picked up her stuff, I finally got to see her captivating honey-brown eyes. They were framed by these thick lashes, and her cheeks turned a bit red, making her even prettier. It was like everything slowed down, and all I could think about was how mesmerizing she looked and how enchanted she smelled.

Caught in the spell of her presence, I found myself staring, utterly awestruck. Before I could gather my senses, she looked up, embarrassment tainting her features. Apologizing for the collision and my unintended involvement in her mishap, she swiftly darted off towards her class, leaving me rooted in place.

In the aftermath, I noticed her glasses still lying on the ground. Instinctively, I picked them and carefully tucked them away in my pocket, as an unexpected memento from a collision that had left an indelible impression.

LATER

As I met with Coach Wilson, he filled me in on the upcoming basketball match just around the corner. His instructions were clear – we needed to gear up and put in our best effort during practice. Winning this match was crucial for Lincoln High's reputation, especially after losing the last one against Franklin High. He emphasized that we couldn't afford to make the same mistake again.

With Coach Wilson's words echoing in my mind, I gathered the entire basketball team to relay the urgency and importance of the upcoming match. As we huddled together, I reiterated the significance of this game, not just for our personal pride but for Lincoln High's reputation on the court.
The coach's instructions were crystal clear – this match wasn't just another game; it was a chance to redeem ourselves after the previous defeat against them . I stressed that we couldn't let history repeat itself, and each one of us needed to bring our A-game to the court.
As we discussed strategies, the energy in the room buzzed with determination. We analyzed Franklin's playing style, strengths, and weaknesses. Ideas flowed freely, and the collective effort of the team began to take shape in the form of a well-thought-out game plan.

Players shared insights, and we discussed specific plays that could catch Franklin off guard. The camaraderie among us intensified, and a sense of unity emerged as we collectively embraced the challenge ahead. It wasn't just about winning a game; it was about proving our resilience and showcasing Lincoln High's true potential.
With strategies in place, each member of the team left the meeting with a renewed sense of purpose. The basketball court awaited us, a battleground where we would put our plans into action, determined to rewrite the narrative and secure a victory that would resonate beyond the court's boundaries. The journey to redemption had begun.