The sharp, annoying sound of the referee's whistle blasted through the Sector Central arena. That was the signal for the fourth quarter to start. Suddenly, the whole place felt heavy, like the air was pushing down on everyone. For the first time that night, the crowd actually shut up. Even the metal beams of the stadium seemed to shake just from the vibe coming off Nash.
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Nia and Jaz were getting ready to jump back into the game. But the second their shoes touched the wooden floor, they both stopped dead. They were staring at Nash's back. His shoulders and the veins in his arms looked like they were about to pop through his skin, and his green eyes were glowing with this scary, predator-like rage. Jaz let out a shaky breath, and Nia looked over at the Falcons' bench with a look that basically said, "Poor things."
"Man..." Jaz muttered, rubbing her throat. "Why did you have to make him mad?"
