Coach Sullivan suddenly blew the whistle. “Fowl!" he called as I helped Sandra up off the floor.
“That's okay," Alicia said sarcastically. “She won't make it, anyway."
“Since when did you become such a b***h?" I asked her, point blank.
“Since when did you even give a damn?" she countered, ready this time. Good question.
“Since I met Zac," I answered and watched as her face contorted into a scowl.
I smiled sweetly. Sandra made both her free throws. I cheered and Alicia sneered.
Sandra was a bit apprehensive toward Alicia, until I told her low so no one could hear, “Like I said: I have your back. Go for it!"
Sandra smiled. I took the ball out, then passed it to Sandra and guarded her so she could go toward the basket. Foreseeing her next move, I blocked Alicia, sneering at her,
