Page 144 of Ruthless Court

Now they all start talking.

“No way.”

“That’s him.”

“Yo, he plays for Stanford.”

“He dropped twenty-three last week.”

“Twenty-one,” Hannah says.

I straighten.

“Twenty-three.”

Her eyes narrow.

“That’s what you took from that?”

“Stats matter.”

A kid laughs.

Hannah points at the bleachers.

“Sit.”

I blink.

“Me?”

“You’re interrupting practice.”

The boys go quiet.

I look at the bleachers.

Then her.

“You’re benching me?”

“I will if you keep talking.”

A kid whispers, “She actually did it.”

I sit.

Because apparently I’ve lost all control of my life.

Hannah turns back to them.

“Now. Where were we?”

“Reading the hips.”

“Good.”

Practice starts again.