“Exactly. All you know is how to throw yourself at men. You’re in no position to compete with us.”
Tessa bent down, picking up the basketball Queenie had thrown.
“Five of you. Let’s play,” she said, her tone dripping with quiet confidence.
She had planned to ignore them entirely, but Queenie had nearly hurt Ysabel. Now, Tessa decided they deserved a lesson.
“Quite the big talk,” Queenie sneered, arms crossed. She had been on the school’s basketball team for years and was one of the star players. For Tessa, a girl without a wolf and no formal training, to challenge her was laughable.
“Less talking, more playing,” Tessa replied flatly, her tone dripping with impatience.
Ysabel grabbed Tessa’s arm, panic in her voice. “Tessie, you can’t beat them! They’re on the team, and you… you just had surgery yesterday!”
Tessa placed a reassuring hand on Ysabel’s. “It’s fine. Just wait over there. I’ll be done soon.”
“Such arrogance,” Queenie growled, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Ladies, she wants a challenge. Let’s show her what we’re made of.”
A crowd quickly gathered around the court.
“Tessa,” Queenie declared loudly, “when you lose, you’ll pack your things and leave Navoris High. No, better yet, leave Navoris altogether.”
Tessa shrugged nonchalantly. “And if you lose?”
“Lose? Ms. Sinclair, I think you’re confused. I don’t lose.”
“Everyone loses sometimes,” Tessa said, her tone indifferent.
“If I lose,” Queenie scoffed, “I’ll beg for your mercy.”
Tessa smirked faintly. “Confident, aren’t you?”
“Scared? You should be,” Queenie jeered. “But if you want to back out, crawl through my legs, and maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Tessa chuckled, shaking her head. This girl really thinks she’s untouchable. Time to teach her a lesson.
She took off her school blazer and tossed it to Ysabel, revealing her sharp athletic figure.
“Wow, Tessie, you’re so cool!” Ysabel beamed. Everything Tessa did seemed effortlessly captivating. Her earlier worry melted away as she stood on the sidelines, phone in hand, ready to capture her friend’s performance.
Queenie gave a cold snort. Basketball was her domain, and there was no way she’d lose to a “wolf-less weakling.”
The match began.
Queenie started strong, executing a perfect layup that sent the ball smoothly through the hoop.
“See that?” Queenie taunted, hands on her hips. “Scared yet?”
The other four players hung back, smirking. Queenie was enough to take Tessa down; they didn’t even need to step in.
Tessa’s expression remained calm and unreadable.
“What’s ‘scared’? Never heard of it,” Tessa replied, stepping up. With lightning speed, she intercepted the ball before Queenie could react. She stepped back beyond the three-point line, raised the ball – and hurled it directly into Queenie’s stomach.
“Whoa! I thought she was going for a three-pointer!” someone in the crowd exclaimed.
“Yeah, right. She thinks she’s York or something?” another laughed. York had been a star on Navoris High’s team before earning a scholarship to Navoris University.
“Tessa, give it up. Losing to Queenie isn’t shameful.”
The crowd’s derisive laughter filled the air, but Tessa remained unfazed.
“Sorry,” she said lazily. “Haven’t played in a while.”
Queenie, clutching her stomach, straightened slowly, her smugness replaced with wariness. Tessa’s ball handling and precision weren’t just good – they were exceptional, even compared to an awakened wolf like herself.
“Continue,” Tessa said, her voice calm but commanding.
The next round began, and Queenie doubled down on her defense. She was determined to block Tessa, but with one swift move, Tessa intercepted the ball again.
This time, she didn’t hesitate. Stepping outside the three-point line, she sent the ball hurtling straight into Queenie’s side.
Queenie’s teammates finally intervened, rushing to her side.
“You’re doing this on purpose!” one of them accused, glaring at Tessa.
Tessa smirked, her gaze icy. “Took you long enough to figure that out. Guess your vision isn’t great.”
“You – !”
They were part of Navoris High’s elite basketball team, yet they were being humiliated on their home court.
“All five of you,” Tessa said, her tone sharp and dismissive, “come at me. I don’t have time to play around.”
The crowd gasped.
“Tessa’s insane. Five on one?”
“She’s going to get destroyed.”
But the confidence in Tessa’s voice and the sharp precision of her movements had some wondering if she could actually pull this off.
The whistle blew, signaling the continuation of the game.
Five players encircled Tessa, their movements calculated and aggressive, but she remained calm, effortlessly maneuvering through their attempts to trap her.
Queenie shot a glance at her teammates, her eyes filled with malicious intent. If skill couldn’t win the game, they would resort to underhanded tactics.
“Target her legs. Make sure she can’t walk out of here,” one of the teammates whispered, her voice dripping with malice.
Tessa instantly recognized their intent, and a sharp chill settled in her gaze. They wanted to play dirty? Fine. She wasn’t one to back down.
As Queenie lunged forward with a vicious kick aimed at Tessa’s shin, Tessa leapt gracefully into the air, her body soaring as she executed a flawless layup.
The crowd erupted.
“Did you see that? Her jump is insane!”
“She’s like a pro!”
The ball swished through the hoop, and Tessa landed effortlessly, meeting Queenie’s shocked gaze with an impassive expression.
Over the next ten minutes, the match became a one-woman show. Tessa dominated the court, weaving through her opponents with ease and scoring relentlessly. The school’s basketball team, which had prided itself on its prowess, was humiliated.
When the final whistle blew, the scoreboard read 50-2.
The silence around the court was deafening.
Queenie and her teammates stood frozen, their faces red with embarrassment. The crowd’s murmurs felt like jeers, driving the humiliation deeper. They had never lost so badly, let alone to someone they had dismissed as a “wolf-less waste.”
Ysabel sprinted onto the court, throwing her arms around Tessa.
“Tessie, that was amazing! You could totally make the national team!”
Tessa gently pushed Ysabel away, her composure unchanged.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” she replied, brushing off the praise.
Queenie clenched her fists. How had Tessa become this strong? She couldn’t believe how thoroughly she had been humiliated.
“Queenie, let’s go,” one of her teammates whispered, eager to escape the crowd’s scrutiny.
“Go? Already?” Tessa’s voice was light, but her words carried a weight that stopped them in their tracks. “Queenie, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our bet.”
The crowd stirred, their attention sharpening.
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