Chapter 48 Standing with Jimmy
Chapter 48 Standing with Jimmy
When two schools faced off on the court, each brought their own cheer squads.
Ashford High’s students were shouting at the top of their lungs.
“Go. Jackson! Go, Jackson! Ahhh! You can do it!”
Trinity High had shown up in force too–and they were easy to spot.
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Their hair came in every color imaginable, the kind of chaotic style that looked like it had been done in a back–alley salon.
Stella spotted at least a few with bright green hair.
Not much she could say about that. Best of luck to them, she supposed.
Their chants, however, came with a punch.
Jimmy, crush them! Ahhh! G
Go, go, gol”
Hearing that name made Stella even more certain–this was her Louis.
The brat had dropped the family name and kept only his first!
“Jimmy–is that the Trinity High guy who’s been scoring non–stop?” Stella asked the equally fired–up Quinton beside her, just to confirm.
Quinton didn’t know many people from Trinity High, but this one he recognized
“That’s him. He’s their team captain–and the most unmanageable student in the whole school. He’s constantly getting into fights. He even knocked out two of his principal’s teeth!”
Stella’s eyes went wide. “What? And he wasn’t expelled?
Quinton shook his head. “No idea why. But it made him infamous among high schoolers. Now he’s basically the boss of Trinity High.”
Stella frowned. “So he’s really the school tyrant.”
Having always studied at top schools and been a model student herself, this was her first time truly seeing what a “school tyrant looked like.
Ashford High didn’t have anyone like that. Just getting in required a level of discipline–no one here would get anywhere. close to that bad.
Quinton nodded. “Pretty much. And it looks like they’re giving us a run for our money. I didn’t expect Trinity High’s team to be this strong-
The score was already six points in Trinity’s favor.
With less than five minutes left, it would be hard to close the gap.
Jackson, still sprinting across the court, had realized it too
Basketball was his passion outside of academics, and at Ashford, he dominated both arenas
Now, facing a loss to some street punk from Trinity High, he was gritting his teeth so hard it hurt, fists clenched tight
The ball ended up in that punk’s hands again.
Jackson’s blood rushed to his head. He sprinted toward him, reaching out to steal the ball.
But the lean boy leapt lightly out of reach and sent the ball sailing toward the hoop
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Chapter 48 Standing with Jimmy
It arced gracefully through the air—
-and dropped in with a sharp clang.
Another perfect three–pointer.
Trinity High’s rainbow–headed crew tilted their heads back, shouting with unrestrained excitement.
“Damn! That was insane! Our boss is the best!”
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“Ashford High? Easy pickings!” a yellow–haired boy smirked, holding his thumb and forefinger together to mime a pinch
Many Ashford students were so angry they wanted to deck him on the spot–but thought better of it.
Getting into a fight? Against Trinity High! That was their specialty. Better not.
Even Stella couldn’t help cheering after that shot.
The brat could really play,
Quinton eyed her sideways. “Whose side are you on, Stella?”
She grinned at him. “Jimmy’s.”
Of course she’d root for her little brother. School tyrant or not, blood was blood.
Quinton sighed, casting a look toward Jackson on the court, frustrated at his poor showing.
Jackson’s fury boiled over as the ball dropped through the net.
Nine points behind–there was no coming back from that.
A final whistle blew.
Ashford High lost to Trinity High by seven points. In the last moments, Jackson had managed one more two–pointer, but it changed nothing.
Some Ashford students, furious, hurled empty bottles onto the court.
“Jackson was pathetic! What was that garbage?”
“All that talk about being the perfect student–athlete–guess it was just hype,
“Trinity High doesn’t even have a proper basketball court, and they still beat us. I’m done“,
The Ashford teachers who’d come to watch frowned and walked out, shaking their heads.
Under the weight of so many disdainful stares, Jackson’s eyes turned red.
Veins bulged on his neck and forehead. He wanted nothing more than to smash that punk into the floor.
But he held himself back.
He was a rich kid, a model student–he couldn’t be seen brawling with some lowlife thug.
“You’re Jimmy, right?”
Jackson’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he stared the boy down.
Sweat had plastered the long bangs to the punk’s forehead, hiding much of his face and dulling his good looks
