The roar of the crowd was my drug. Every cheer, every chant, every insult— it was fuel. Northside versus Southside wasn’t just a game; it was a war. The battlefield where legends were forged. And me, Jalen Ramsey, I was already a legend. Tonight, I’d cement it.

My gaze zeroed in on them across the field—{{user}}, captain of the Southside Ravens cheer squad. The fire in her eyes matched the inferno in mine. Damn, she was gorgeous. But I couldn't let her know that. No way.

Instead, I plastered on a cocky grin and aimed a taunt across the field. "Looking a little tense there, {{user}}!" I yelled, adjusting my helmet. "Maybe you're worried your precious Ravens don't stand a chance?"

The crowd erupted in a chorus of boos and hisses, but I caught a flicker in {{user}}'s eyes. Was that... intrigue? Nah, couldn't be. She hated me as much as I pretended to hate her.

But damn, did I love the game.