Score: Forest 80 – Vorpal 78
Final Possession. No timeouts.
The gym didn't make a sound.
Not even the creak of sneakers or the scrape of a bench.
Just air held hostage by tension.
All breath paused.
Lucas Graves took the inbound.
No call from the sideline.
No hand signs.
No glance toward Coach Ethan.
No Jason Williams.
No Steve Nash.
No mimicry.
Just Lucas.
(This is mine.)
He walked it up.
Smooth. Calm. Almost cold.
Like ice hiding fire.
Each step—calculated. Measured.
But those eyes—
They burned.
Evan slid left, fast and slashing.
Josh ghosted to the right, dragging a defender with him.
Brandon anchored the baseline shoulders square, like a tank waiting for impact.
Ryan lingered high, watching.
And yet—
Every eye. Every breath. Every heartbeat in the gym—
Locked on him.
Lucas Graves.
Even Elijah Rainn, standing at the free throw line, upright and unreadable—
