45 — JASPER ROOSEVELT (POV)

While we're walking to the court, I look proudly at the wristband Scarlett gave me. My heart warms funnily because of something so silly… It's the first time I've ever felt this way.

Hah, honestly… what I want most is to put this game aside and take her back to the hotel-

My thoughts are abruptly interrupted when I feel a hand pull me by the arm, dangerously close to my wristband. It makes my blood boil and I have to control the growl that threatens to escape from the back of my throat.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath because I don't have to look at to know who dares to act this way.

Bryan is holding my arm tightly. His grip is firm, and I know he's trying his hardest to put his strength into it, and doesn't seem to care if he hurts me before the game — in fact, he seems to want to hurt me. But he will need a lot more than this if he wants to cause me any pain. Even his little punch caused me nothing but tickles… though I need to thank him for that… after all, thanks to his act