Page 53 of Prove Me Wrong
“You’re right. I have some time,” I let out quietly, walking out of my room. “How is training coming along?”
“I'm finally back. Sitting out for an injury sucks,” he draws out, and I just snort a laugh. “I’ll be on this weekend if you watch the game.”
“Of course I will. Gran will want to watch it as well, no doubt.”
I hear something in the background. It sounds like whispering. Pushing the phone closer to my ear, I’m trying to figure out who it is when I hear his best friend laughing loudly. “Hi, Khai.”
“Hey, younger Baxter.” His voice comes through, and a smile pulls in my cheeks. He’s been Sinnett’s closest friend since we were kids, and as roommates, he acts like my unrelated brother. “How’s things?”
“They’re okay. I’ve been watching all of your matches.”
“Yeah, well, luckily your brother can play this weekend. It’s been boring with him being lazy on the bench.”
Sinnett calls out in the background, “I’m not lazy. I’m injured!”
I lightly laugh.
“Are you going to come visit soon?”
I shrug again as I lean against the kitchen bench, standing in the sunlight to warm up my goose-bumped skin. “Maybe soon. Why? Do you miss me, Khai?”
“Always, younger Baxter. We’re going to the gym now, but good to know you’re cheering for us all the way from Barrenridge.”
“Of course I am. There’s no other team I’d cheer for.”
Khai hangs up, and I lean against the edge of the bench, chin dipped as my mind wanders back to the interview offer. I don’t know what I want to do. Either I leave Noah and Jade behind, or I give up on a good opportunity for my career, which will show Mum and Dad that studying graphics wasn’t a waste.
Greedily, I want both of them, but ultimately, I know that I can only choose one. I hope I choose the right one.
Chapter Nineteen
NOAH
“You can’t do that!” Nathan shouts.
Caleb grins, dribbling past him before passing the basketball off to Jason, who runs in for a lay-up. Getting the shot in, I’m under the ring, catching it and holding on as Caleb gets in Nathan’s face.
“There’s no rule against bouncing it off chests,” Caleb deadpans, clearly not caring about Nathan’s rules. But as a coach, Nate knows what he’s talking about.
Nathan’s tongue pokes his cheek as he shakes his head. “Those points don’t count.”
Caleb and Jason groan as I wait with the ball, letting Nathan go on because I know better than to argue with him when it comes to his sports. He’s had a passion for this game since he learnt how to run, so who am I to go up against him?
“Look, man, it’s just a friendly game,” Jason supplies, approaching the two of them.
“Yeah, we aren’t even keeping score,” Caleb argues.
Nathan’s mouth opens, eyes bugging out of his head and sweat glistening on his forehead. “Are you serious? That’s only because you’re losing!”
“No way, man. We’re up by five!” Jason shouts back. Caleb hits him on the back of the head.
Nathan points at them, jaw slack as he coughs out a laugh. “I knew it!”
“All right, enough,” I ground out, and all three heads snap my way. “Just leave it, Nate. We want to play. There’s no need to get all technical on us.”
“Exactly,” Caleb drawls, and Nathan’s jaw clenches.
I step between them, putting the ball in Nathan’s hands. “Just let it go, and it’s our ball.”
