As Ryan slumped onto the bench, his face burning with humiliation, Jaxon exchanged a look with Miles from across the court. They had done what they set out to doâRyan was out of the way, and now it was time to actually focus on winning the game.
Jaxon rolled out his shoulders, smirking as he glanced at Ethan. "Alright, now that the distraction's gone, let's lock in and win this thing."
Ethan smirked, rolling out his shoulders. "Thought you'd never ask."
The scoreboard lit up above themâboth teams were nearly tied, and with Ryan out, North Ridge had adjusted their strategy. They were no longer gunning for one player. Now, it was all about the game itself.
Coach Marshall clapped his hands from the sidelines. "Lock in! No more playing aroundâfocus on every play!"
Ethan nodded at Jaxon as they got into position. "You good?"
Jaxon grinned. "I'm better than good."
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The second half started with an intensity that had the entire gym on edge. Jaxon led the charge, cutting through defenders with sharp footwork and quick passes. Miles, proving exactly why he was the point guard for North Ridge, matched him play for play. The two found themselves going head-to-head in a fast-paced duel, pushing each other with every possession.
Jaxon caught a quick pass from Ethan, his fingers barely brushing the ball before he launched a step-back three. The net swished cleanly, and the crowd erupted in cheers.
Miles smirked as he jogged back down the court. "Not bad, Walker."
Jaxon chuckled. "You gonna start playing defense or just let me shoot all night?"
Miles dribbled behind his back, giving him a pointed look. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make you work for it."
The next few moments turned into an all-out battle. Ethan fought his way past defenders and made a tough shot near the basket. North Ridge quickly responded with a long-range three-pointer. Jaxon charged toward the hoop, got fouled, and calmly sank both free throws. Then Miles weaved through the defense with effortless skill, setting up a perfect pass for a teammate to scoreâso impressive that even the opposing crowd let out a murmur of appreciation.
Lena sat in the stands, heart pounding as she watched the momentum shift back and forth. It was no longer about proving a pointâthis was pure, high-stakes basketball, and neither team was backing down.
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With less than two minutes left on the clock, the score was tied, tension thick in the air. Jaxon wiped the sweat off his brow, glancing at Ethan and their teammates. "Alright, one last push. Let's finish this."
Coach Marshall signaled for a timeout, pulling the team into a huddle. "Listen up! No mistakes. Every pass needs to be clean, and every shot needs to be smart. We control the pace now. Got it?"
"Got it," the team echoed.
Jaxon exhaled, nodding to himself. This was it.
The final minutes of the game were a whirlwind of movementâsprinting down the court, tough shots, and near steals. With thirty seconds left, Jaxon had the ball, defenders crowding him. He faked a move toward the basket, then quickly stepped back beyond the three-point line and took the shot.
The ball soared through the airâ
And then the buzzer sounded.