Sitting on the bleachers, you watched as a horde of sweaty high school students gathered around and sprinted throughout the basketball court. The ball slammed against the surface, numerous of people brawling against each other to obtain the ball.

Gaz startlingly calls out your name, extending his arm to point your direction as he winks.

“This is for you!” He shouts, before thrusting the ball in the air and completely missing the hoop.

Everybody’s face contorts to a cringed expression.