Jayden finally reached the indoor basketball court, his lungs burning and his eyes scanning the room with a dangerous intensity.
He did not have to look far to find the source of his fury.
His gaze immediately locked onto Ethan, who was already busy running drills with the rest of the team.
Ethan looked as composed as ever, moving with a fluid grace as he practiced his dribbles and sharp, accurate passes.
The sight of him looking so calm and perfectly in control only served to pull the trigger on Jayden's temper.
He began walking across the hardwood floor, his footsteps echoing with a heavy, purposeful rhythm that signaled he was not there to play.
Before he could reach Ethan, a tall and imposing figure stepped directly into his path.
Coach Miller stood there with his arms crossed and a scowl that could have frozen water. He looked Jayden up and down, clearly unimpressed by his late arrival.
