“Still thinking about her?”
His voice cuts through the gym.
Low.
Annoyingly calm. I grab the rebound.
“Shut up, Kane.”
He pushes off the wall, walking toward the court.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding like he expected that. “That’s what I thought.”
I dribble once.
Hard.
Shoot.
Swish.
He steps onto the hardwood.
Gets closer.
“Rumors are flying,” he adds. “T & T done. Stella not claiming you. Isa not talking to you.”
I don’t answer.
Because he’s not wrong.
Isa won’t look at me.
Won’t text.
Won’t show up.
And Stella?
She walked away like she dropped a bomb and didn’t stick around to see what it did.
I grab another ball.
Shoot.
Swish.
Kane stops a few feet from me.
“You fumbled that.”
That one hits.
I turn.
Finally.
“Did I?”
