֯݁კ the crowds were too loud even with lamelo’s headphones on. his spire jersey was covered by a black hoodie. he only had a few more game in his high school career. he was trying to make this count but he could almost feel the burnout wrapped around his ankle.

taunting him.

he shooks his head and grabbed a ball from the rack. his eyes ran over the crowds as he dribbled to half court. the teams still had fifteen minutes of warmups. he took a shot and rolled his shoulders as it went in.

lamelo was used to the cameras by now. everywhere he went a camera somehow found him.

what he wasn’t used to was the girl currently on one knee by the bench. he locked eyes with her lense and watched as she looked up from it. she was young. maybe a year younger than him.

but she stood next to three grown men with cameras in their hands. he saw her outfit, spire colors. he knew she had to be in yearbook. she had that look.

he smirked to himself before mentally deciding to give her some good shots.