Nash caught Alicia's pass on the wing, that damn grin of his was still plastered on, like he was telling Jinzo a joke only he understood, and it wasn't funny. Not even a little.
Jinzo's gut somersaulted. That smile? He'd take nails on a chalkboard over it. At least noise you can fight. Silence and that smirk? Nah. That was the worst thing to see.
He shot a look at the scoreboard. Ten minutes. Suddenly, a 20-point lead seemed meaningless, and he couldn't explain why his instinct was thinking that way.
"Everyone, back up! Hold your marks! Jaz, don't let him breathe!" Jinzo yelled, voice all raspy and weird. Even he flinched at how it sounded.
Thud.
The ball hit the floor, sharp and loud in the glow of the neons. Everyone twitched.
Nash bounced it again, eyes calm, and a terrible grin on his lips. Then he opened his mouth.
"Alright, let's teach a lesson to these clowns."
Jinzo's pulse spiked, full panic mode now.
"NOW, JAZ!" He screamed it.
