46 — JASPER ROOSEVELT (POV)

Honestly, I don't know what happened.

When the whistle blows at the end of the last quarter, our defeat is decreed.

… Yes. We have lost.

We just drag ourselves off the court, with our shoulders slumped and our spirits so low they're almost touching the ground. The coach's expression isn't the best either… he looks furious, but doesn't say a word… until we reach the locker room-

“What the hell was that?” The coach shouts, making the vein in his neck pop and pulse strongly; there are even droplets of saliva escaping out of his mouth. “What the fuck was that play?”

It was a chain reaction… a domino effect.

As Bryan made his ridiculous mistakes and the adversaries' baskets went in, the whole team began to get nervous and desperate. Eventually, all the other players started to perform poorly. It really was a pitiful game.

“Don't you know how to handle pressure?” The coach shouts even more, beating his chest roughly. “Are you fucking little girls to get worked up over a little pressure?”

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