The atmosphere in the gym was electric. Every dribble, every movement—it all felt heavier now.
On the bench,
Coonie Smith
leaned forward, gripping his knees. His sharp black eyes followed Lucas Graves and Ethan Albarado like a hawk.
"(What the hell am I even watching right now?)"
Lucas had just
snatched
a rebound
over Jaxon Wells.
That alone was
insane.
Jaxon was
the best center in the league.
A
monster in the paint.
A
rebounding machine.
And yet—
Lucas, a
bench player
, had
outjumped him.
Coonie wasn't the only one stunned.
Jeremy Park, who had played earlier in the game, was
staring at the court, mouth slightly open.
Kai Mendoza, another bench player, shook his head in disbelief.
"Yo, did Graves just—"
"
Yeah, he fucking did.
" Coonie muttered, eyes wide.
Lucas landed, immediately
kicking the ball out to Ethan.
And then—
Ethan Albarado
took control.
The moment he got the ball, everything
slowed down.
His eyes scanned the court, his posture shifting. It wasn't just
confidence.
It was
control.
It was
like he already knew what was going to happen.
The bench could see it.
Hell,
everyone in the gym could see it.
Noah White, Aiden's older brother, sat completely still, his hands gripping his jeans.
He had
never seen anything like this.
Lucas and Ethan weren't just
bench players stepping up.
They were
dominating.
And the crazy part?
It wasn't
luck.
It wasn't
flukes.
They were
actually that good.
Coonie clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
"(These two... they're not normal.)"
Jeremy finally broke the silence.
"Bro. What the fuck. How were these guys bench players?!
"
Kai exhaled sharply.
"Coach never gave them a chance. That fatass never even played Ethan once before this."
Jeremy grit his teeth.
"(This whole time... we had these two just sitting on the fucking bench?)"
He turned to look at Coach Fred Mason.
The idiot looked nervous.
Of course he did.
He had spent the entire season sabotaging this team with favoritism and no strategy.
And now, two guys he kept buried on the bench were proving how much of a fraud he was.
Coonie sneered.
"(Bet you're shitting yourself now, huh, Coach?)"
Meanwhile,
on the court—
Lucas and Ethan were locked in.
Lucas wiped the sweat off his chin, golden eyes burning with
determination.
Ethan dribbled calmly, his fingers tapping against the ball, his breathing controlled.
There was no
panic.
No
hesitation.
The two of them—
bench players
—had taken the game into their hands.
And for the first time
since the tip-off...
Orlando Hoops looked uncertain.
Noah White let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
He turned to his injured little brother, Aiden White.
Aiden was staring,
completely frozen.
"...Holy shit."
Aiden muttered.
"Lucas and Ethan are actually fucking insane."
Noah just nodded what his brother saying.
"hmm."
Because the truth was obvious now.
They weren't just some lucky benchwarmers.
Lucas Graves and Ethan Albarado were built for this.
And they weren't done yet.
Lily, their little sister, turned toward him.
"Noah... do you think they can win?"
Noah turned back to the court.
To
Lucas
, who had just grabbed a rebound over Jaxon Wells.
To
Ethan
, who was scanning the court with those sharp, calculating eyes.
And finally—
to Coach Corson
, who had just called a timeout.
Noah's stomach tightened.
Something was coming.
He could feel it.
He took a deep breath.
"
...I don't know,"
he finally said.
"But they're not going down easy."