"Under twenty-five seconds to go, the Ravens trail by two," the announcer's voice boomed through the gymnasium.
Sitting in the bleachers, I watched the basketball game, focusing on the Ravens huddled around Coach Durham.
My eyes followed Nathan as he broke out of the huddle, and I frowned as two players from the opposing team surrounded him and blocked him.
Nathan jumped and shot the basket, I held my breath, but it bounced off the rim. A collective groan filled the gym, and I could feel the tension in the air as the clock ticked down.
The ball found its way to Lucas, positioned behind the three-point line. Time seemed to slow as Lucas released the ball, a hush falling over the crowd, and the buzzer rang out, echoing through the gym.
It goes in.
I stand up and clap, cheering for my best friend as the Ravens win another game.
My eyes drifted to Nathan's, and I stared into his blue eyes as his team swarmed Lucas. He looked defeated, with his hands on his hips and breathing heavily from running up and down the court for most of the game.
I broke my gaze away from him and headed down the bleachers as the crowd dwindled.
"I thought this was your team."
I frowned as my eyes watched Nathan's dad storm away from Nathan. I sighed and turned, heading for Nathan, unable to get that defeated look on his face out of my mind.
"Hey," I said. His eyes found mine. "Nice game."
"Thanks," Nathan said.
"Mya!"
I looked over my shoulder and smiled. "You don't have to shout."
"How else am I going to get your attention?"
I rolled my eyes at my brother as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "How about walking up to me like a normal person?"
"Nah." He said.
I turned to Nathan, and I could feel my brother stiffen beside me.
"Scott," Alex grumbled.
"Evans." Nathan cocked a brow.
"Let's go, Mylah," Alex said, pulling me from Nathan and across the gym.
