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CHAPTER 011 - ╰┈➤ ' bet on it ' ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧「 real life 」

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CHAPTER 011 -
╰┈➤ ' bet on it ' ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
「 real life 」

CHAPTER 011 - ╰┈➤ ' bet on it ' ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧「 real life 」

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─ real life ᥫ᭡

THE THUD OF THE BASKETBALL ECHOED IN RHYTHM WITH CHRIS'S THOUGHTS AS HE DRIBBLED DOWN THE CRACKED CONCRETE, sweat dripping from his forehead in the late afternoon heat

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THE THUD OF THE BASKETBALL ECHOED IN RHYTHM WITH CHRIS'S THOUGHTS AS HE DRIBBLED DOWN THE CRACKED CONCRETE, sweat dripping from his forehead in the late afternoon heat. the sun hung low, casting long shadows across the court, but the blazing light was nothing compared to the fire of frustration burning inside him. it had been weeks since adriana had even looked at him, and just a few days since she'd publicly shut him down in front of everyone in the cafeteria. the memory still stung, her cold, dismissive words, and the laughter that followed.

he felt humiliated, exposed in a way that wasn't easy to shake off. but no matter how much it hurt, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

"chris!" dean's voice snapped him out of his head just as a hand slapped the ball away from him. "man, wake up. you're playing like trash today."

chris barely registered it. he had no energy for banter, his mind too preoccupied with trying to untangle the mess of his feelings for adriana. ever since they'd broken up, it was like he was on autopilot, doing everything he could to just get her attention, get her to talk to him again, but nothing was working. she barely spared him a glance in the halls, and when she did, it was with that cold, distant expression that drove him crazy. the worst part was that he knew he'd messed up. but she wouldn't even let him explain.

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