CHAPTER 12 Worried

  Calista

  "Yes! Zane's team is leading! My Allistair looks so good!" Eva exclaimed excitedly, her eyes fixed on the game.

  Despite knowing little about football, the intensity of the match gripped me. Our school was in the lead, and the atmosphere was electric with cheers, especially whenever Zane's name echoed through the crowd.

  The game is happening with nail-biting moments as players from Zane's team narrowly avoided being overtaken by their opponents. Each time, Zane's swift reflexes came to the rescue, eliciting thunderous cheers from the spectators. The score remained close, but the determined expressions on the opposing team's faces hinted at their frustration and brewing strategies against Zane.

  The game teetered on the edge of chaos. One particularly brutal tackle sent Zane sprawling to the ground. As he rose to his feet, his eyes flashed with fury, and I held my breath, fearing he might retaliate.