Badass in Disguise
<b>Chapter </b>216
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“She doesn’t,” Chase replied, his grin threatening to split his face. “At least, that’s what she told me.”
Brock’s eyes narrowed as he looked back at me. “So that’s how it is. ying games with me? Fine. That was just a lucky shot. Let’s see if you can do it again when I’m actually trying.”
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As Randview took the ball for a bottom–line throw–in, I positioned myself near their guard. The moment the ball left his hands, I intercepted it with a quick step and leap that left him gaping. I dribbled past two defenders who moved too slowly to even touch me, my feet barely seeming to touch the ground.
At the three–point line, I jumped again. Brock lunged toward me, his hand outstretched to block my shot, but he was toote. The ball sailed over his fingertips and through the hoop with another satisfying swish.
“Another three–pointer from Morgan!” the announcer shouted, excitement evident in his voice. “Princeton closing the gap, 13-13!”
The Princeton section erupted into cheers. Students who had been preparing to leave sat back down<b>, </b>suddenly invested in the game. Even the professor who had been grading papers in the corner looked up, his sses sliding down his nose as he stared at the court in disbelief.
“Jade, you sneaky little devil,” Chaseughed, jogging up to me. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this good?”
I shrugged, not bothering to answer as I took my defensive position. Chase’s grin widened as he turned to his team. “Come on, guys! We’re back in this!”
Brock’s expression had transformedpletely. The casual arrogance was gone, reced by intense focus. He barked orders at his teammates: “Tighten up that defense! Don’t let her get free! Someone stay on her–she’s too damn fast!”
The game resumed with new energy. Brock dribbled the ball down the court, his eyes locked on me as if waiting for me to make a move. I stayed in position, watching his teammates arrange themselves around him. When he finally passed to his forward, I was already moving.
I slipped between two defenders, intercepted the pass, and took off down the court. Brock sprinted after me, determination etched on his face. He was fast–probably the fastest on his team–but not fast enough. I pivoted around him, leaving him grasping at air, andpleted another perfect shot.
“Morgan scores again!” the announcer’s voice was practically a shout now. “Princeton takes the lead, 16-13!”
The Princeton crowd was on their feet, the earlier skepticismpletely forgotten. Chants of “Jade! Jade! Jade!” echoed through the gymnasium. Even the professors were watching now, their papers and phones forgotten.
Brock’s face was a storm cloud as he gathered his team. “What the hell are you all doing? It’s one girl! Just box her out already!”
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The next y, Randview tried a different approach. Two yers stayed close to me, attempting to block my movements while Brock controlled the ball. I waited patiently, conserving my energy until I saw my opening. When Brock attempted a pass to his forward, I burst between my guards, intercepted the ball, and raced toward the basket.
All five Randview yers converged on me, forming a wall of bodies. Instead of trying to break through, I stopped at the three–point line and shot. The ball sailed over their heads and through the, extending Princeton’s lead.
“This is unbelievable, folks!” the announcer was practically screaming now. “Morgan has single–handedly turned this game around! Princeton leads 19-13!”
The Princeton yers were ecstatic, high–fiving each other and me as we ran back to defense. Chase looked like he might explode with excitement, shouting encouragement to the team.
“Keep it up! We’ve got this!” he yelled, pping me on the back. “Jade, you’re fucking amazing!”
Brock, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to punch something.
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