𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Amahira and Juju, once inseparable friends, face a rift when a promise is broken. Amahira transfers to USC, where an unexpected reunion with Juju. Will they rekindle their friendship?
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𝟎𝟎𝟕. fractures on the court
𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟕𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀
Juju woke up early, her alarm blaring on her phone. She rubbed her eyes and groggily turned it off, trying to shake off the sleep. Pulling herself out of bed, she glanced at the clock—practice was in an hour, and she needed to get moving.
In her small dorm room, Juju headed straight to her private bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth with minty toothpaste, and ran a comb through her curly hair, tying it back into a tight ponytail to keep it out of her face during practice. Back in her room, Juju slipped into her workout clothes—a comfortable pair of athletic shorts and a tank top—and grabbed her gym bag. She double-checked to make sure she had her water bottle, and a towel. Satisfied, she laced up her sneakers and mentally prepared herself for the day ahead.
Juju's roommate was still asleep when she left, and the hallway was quiet as she made her way to the gym. Arriving early, she found a spot on the sidelines to stretch and warm up, trying to focus on the upcoming practice despite the knot of tension in her stomach.
Coach Gottlieb gathered the team together, and Juju's heart sank as she anticipated the fallout from yesterday's confrontation with Amahira. Coach wasted no time, outlining a rigorous practice schedule that included intensive drills and a scrimmage to cap off the session.
Throughout the drills, Juju pushed herself harder than usual, channeling her frustration into each movement. When it came time for the scrimmage, she found herself on the opposing team from Amahira Every interaction between them was tense, filled with unspoken resentment and lingering hurt.
As the scrimmage heated up, Juju couldn't resist taking jabs at Amahira, both verbally and through aggressive play. She intercepted passes, drove hard to the basket, and made it clear with her body language that she hadn't forgiven or forgotten. "You need to step up, Amahira," Juju taunted after blocking one of Amahira's shots, her tone sharp with bitterness. Amahira shot her a glare but remained focused on the game.
The scrimmage intensified, with both sides pushing hard to prove themselves. As the game progressed, tensions boiled over. Amahira, frustrated beyond measure, confronted Juju after a particularly rough play.
"Enough, Juju!" she shouted, storming up to her, their faces inches apart. "Stop making this personal!" she yells as she shoves Juju.
Juju pushed back, her own anger flaring. "Maybe if you hadn't broken our promise—"
Their voices rose, the argument escalating until they were nose to nose, shoving each other in a fit of raw emotion. Their teammates rushed in, pulling them apart before things could descalate further. Coach Gottlieb's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and authoritative. "That's enough! Both of you, my office. Now."
