The crowd roars in anticipation as the players of the two basketball teams go against each other. The match is intense, the sweaty bodies of the players blur together in a heady mix of adrenaline and speed.

The BB Beasts VS The Pounding Ballers. The two best teams in this district of campuses.

Each 3-pointer Brydon shoots is rewarded with a simultaneous clap from all students watching intently from the bleachers. Every foul that's done is reacted to with a series of screamed curse words directed at the players. But the champions don't pay those any mind.

"Wright has the ball, dribbles his way to the hoop, jumps, SHOOTS!"The presenter shouts and everyone screams.

"Liams has the ball. He passes to Cedrics and he attempts a 3-pointer. POSITIVE OUTCOME!"The presenter screams again and Brydon smiles. Everything is going according to plan. His team is playing like wild beasts. Representing their name and reputation perfectly.

"This amazing match is continuing. The score is 74-53 for The BB Beasts. Let's see if The Pounding Ballers can manage to catch up", the presenter speaks and the crowd's roars only intensify.

Now Brydon has the ball. He is surrounded by players of the opposing team. They look like hungry animals, ready to take the chance and grab the ball any second now. Brydon scans the area while still being hyper aware of his intimidating surroundings.

With a flick of his glance to one of his teammates, he launches the ball towards him, attempting a pass. But he miscalculates on his adrenaline rush because the ball is sent straight into the face of a girl happily cheering on the bleachers.

Fuck fuck fuck. The crowd goes silent and the anguished cry of pain coming from the girl slices through the silence. Brydon doesn't hesitate. He immediately runs towards the bleachers and takes a hold of the girl.

"Hey hey. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Fuck, I busted your nose", he says in a haste, his breaths coming out quick and measured.

"Here, let's go to the changing rooms. We have a stash of medical stuff there", he says and urges her to follow him.

They walk inside the room and he closes the door, blocking out all the noise of the resumed game. He quickly finds the med-kit placed right under one of the wooden stools and he sits beside her.

As he looks at her, he lets his gaze take in her features. He feels a dangerous stirring in his chest, a feeling he has never experienced blooming in his heart. But he pushes it down.

He pats the cleaning wipe on her wound and then uses some other tools to cover it up.

"I know it's not the appropriate time for pleasantries, but what's your name? I haven't seen you around here before", he speaks and his concerned eyes meet hers.

For once in his life, he is making small talk with a stranger. A girl. This is not like him. Hell, not at all. It wasn't like him when he ditched his dream game to help out this injured girl.