CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
A DEREK KIND OF PARTY
DEREK’S POV
I’ve always been a model student. Even back at my old school, teachers called me the perfect definition of discipline and excellence. And you know how I maintained that reputation? Simple. I never lose.
If there’s one lesson my father drilled into me since I could walk, it’s that losing gracefully is just another name for mediocrity. And mediocrity doesn’t run in my blood.
The pencil in my hand cracks clean in two as I watch him, Theo Fairchild, draining shot after shot on the basketball court like he owns it. The cheers from a couple of girls sitting on the sidelines grate on my nerves, each laugh scraping like sandpaper. He may have one small win now, but I never lose.
And Theo? He’ll never be what I can be to Amber.
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