CHAPTER 13 This Has To Stop!

　　Calista

　　"Yeah, I am. The star player could get kicked out of the game if he retaliates," Gabriel replied, running his fingers through his hair and stretching his body with resolve. I felt a surge of anxiety, wishing I could intervene and protect Zane from whatever they were planning. However, the field was tightly guarded, preventing anyone from intervening, including me.

　　Among those allowed closer were the players' girlfriends, some of whom were cheerleaders. I knew I couldn't risk interference, especially since I was unfamiliar with the dynamics and tensions between these teams. Helpless, I could only watch with a knot in my stomach as events unfolded on the field, fearing for Zane's safety and the outcome of the game.

　　The bad feeling on the field escalated as the key member of the opposing team approached Zane. I stood close by, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach, feeling useless . . .