Nash shoved the hangar doors open. The whole place reeked of sweat and rubber, sneakers squealing, balls smacking the floor, players yelling over the chaos.
Business as usual.
Heads turned the second he walked in. The girls lit up like he was a rock star, grins spreading, the boys... not so much. Stiff backs, rolled eyes, mutters like grumpy old men.
He didn't rush. Just strolled across the court, picked up a ball like he owned the floor. Started dribbling, thump, thump, thump.
His own rhythm, the perfect place for his daily quest.
Drex couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Look at this dude. Too special to train with us, huh?"
One of the subs laughed.
"Arrogant prick. Thinks bouncing a ball alone makes him a star."
Alicia cut in fast.
"Shut the fuck up. He's better than you all of you. Let him do what he wants."
That set it off. Boys barking back about commitment, teamwork, all that noise. Nia backed Alicia, both of them firing back, definitely not out of a delicious memory.
