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23. fairies can't jump

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(If you know what movie this chapter title is referencing...you a real one.)

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"You can't tell me 'Hugo's gonna handle it' and expect not to worry," I mutter, passing Drake the ball.

Drake sighed, stepping back to shoot a three. The ball goes over the backboard and I pass him another. "It's handled, Isaiah. Plus I got my piece and you got yours, Bobby ain't gonna mess with us," he reasoned. "Just drop it, bro, we'll talk about it later."

"That's what you said last night!" I protest. "I don't get why we can't just–"

"'Cause there's nothin' to talk about!" Drake argued, his voice rising as he goes to shoot another three. He dribbles the ball harshly before going to shoot, the ball hits the rim and bounces away from the basket. "You're fucking me up!" he yells, frustration obvious in his tone.

I shook my head. "Nah, this gang shit is fucking you up." I threw another ball his way, harder than before. "You said you were done."

"I know what I said! You think I'm happy Bobby's back on my family's case?" he attempts to shoot another three, this time the ball misses the basket completely. "Fuck!"

I watch as Drake angrily grabs the towel from around his neck and throws it to the ground. He rubs a hand down his face as a struggled groan comes from his mouth.

"Tell coach I'm goin' for a walk," he mutters, beginning to walk out the gym doors.

I go grab a spare ball from the shelf and step onto the free throw line to get set to shoot. I make sure my feet are firmly placed on the court while my left elbow is tucked to my side. I study the rim for a quick second, making sure to shoot left instead of right since our rim was lopsided from a player trying to dunk.