SORE LOSER @ Teddy x Open
Another match, lost. What should have been a step closer to the state championship was now making the prospect of it seem less and less likely. How lame was that? To miss out on something so huge right at the gate? Teddy slammed his locker shut, the metallic clang punctuating his anger, and looked over his shoulder unconsciously looking for something or, rather..someone to blame. There was Jake, who had almost missed a shot and then-oh, right- and then, there was stupid Marcus.
Stalking after the other as he crossed into the corridor, Teddy bit his lip, hesitant..at first, trying to not to act on his anger, but it seemed he just couldn't help it. "Nice pass, Marcus," Byrne scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Cost us the game." Marcus looked up, his face flushed, almost like he had been taken off guard. 'I…I didn't mean to. I saw Johnson open, I thought…'
"Thought what? Thought that you could pull off some miracle pass? Thought you were LeBron James?" Teddy cut him off, his voice rising. "You had a wide-open layup! A layup! And you throw it across the court for no reason?" 'I panicked,' Marcus mumbled, avoiding Teddy's gaze. 'I got nervous.'
"Nervous? This isn't hopscotch, Marcus! This is basketball! We're trying to win a championship here! And you choke at the last second?" The class president jabbed a finger at the boy's chest, starting to make a scene as more people gathered around the two of them. He couldn't just let things be anymore now, could he? Not in front of an audience. "You cost us the game. You cost me the game." Byrne shoved the man against the wall, about to speak, when he felt someone's hand on his elbow.
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