Chapter 19: Shadows from the Past

The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the Ironwood gym as Jaden dribbled a worn basketball across the court. The gym was mostly empty, save for the faint sound of Tank and Ethan shooting on the far side. The air still carried the faint smell of sweat and floor polish from the team's earlier practice session.

Jaden's sneakers squeaked softly against the hardwood as he pulled up for a jumper just outside the free-throw line. The ball sailed through the air and swished cleanly through the net.

"Still got that touch, Silk."

The voice echoed from the far side of the gym. Jaden turned and froze, his sharp dark eyes locking onto a figure leaning casually against the gym door. Marco Reyes stepped forward, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, a smirk playing across his lips.

"Marco?" Jaden said, his voice sharp with surprise.

Marco shrugged. "What's up, bro? Figured I'd drop by, see how Ironwood's golden boy is living these days."

Jaden walked toward him, the ball tucked under his arm. "Man, what are you doing here? You didn't even tell me you were coming!"

Marco chuckled, his smirk fading slightly. "Had some things to handle… but I needed to talk to you face-to-face, J."

Jaden frowned, his chest tightening. "Is it Pinehill? Something happened, didn't it?"

Marco hesitated, his eyes flicking away briefly. "We'll get to that. But first, let me see what this Ironwood court feels like."

The two boys jogged to the free-throw line. Marco caught a bounce pass from Jaden, spinning the ball effortlessly in his hands.

"Man, this place is nice. Shiny floor, big lights, clean rims," Marco said, raising an eyebrow as he lined up a shot. The ball arced high and hit nothing but net.

"Yeah," Jaden replied quietly. "It's… different."

Marco caught the ball as it bounced back and turned to face Jaden. "But it's not home, huh?"

Jaden's jaw tightened. "It's complicated, Marco."

Marco sighed, dribbling the ball absentmindedly. "Look, J… Pinehill's getting rougher. Guys are getting desperate out there. It's not just streetball anymore..it's… it's more than that."

Jaden felt a weight settle on his chest. "What do you mean? Is someone messing with our spot?"

Marco nodded. "Yeah. Some new faces showed up. They're not here for the game...they're here for control. The court's turning into something else, man. I can't hold it down on my own."

Jaden exhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing. "You're telling me you came all the way here just to drop that on me?"

Marco's smirk returned faintly. "Nah. I also came to remind you who you are, J. Don't let these polished floors and fancy lights make you forget where you came from."

Jaden looked down at the basketball in his hands, his grip tightening.

"I haven't forgotten, Marco."

Marco clapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Good. 'Cause Pinehill isn't done with you yet. And I don't think you're done with Pinehill either."

Later that evening, Jaden and Marco sat outside the dormitory, leaning against the concrete steps as the sun dipped below the horizon.

"So, what's the plan, Marco?" Jaden asked, his voice low.

Marco leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the fading sky. "I'm not asking you to come back right now, J. I know you've got your season, your team, and your future to think about. But when this season's over… we'll need you back. Pinehill will need you back."

Jaden nodded slowly, his chest tight with conflicting emotions.

"Promise me one thing, though," Marco said, turning his head to look at Jaden. "Don't lose that edge, J. Don't become one of these guys who gets comfortable and forgets the fight."

Jaden smirked faintly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You know me, Marco. I don't lose."

Marco chuckled, standing up and dusting off his jeans. "Good. 'Cause we can't afford for you to."

The two boys shared a quick handshake, a gesture heavy with meaning.

As Marco disappeared into the night, Jaden sat back down on the steps, his head resting against the concrete wall.

He thought about Pinehill. About the street court where it all started. About the faces both friendly and hostile, that were still there.

But then he thought about Ironwood. About Coach Hale. About Ethan, Tank, Tyler, and Ava.

His world was split in two, and no matter what he chose, someone would get left behind.

The following morning, Ava found Jaden on the outdoor court, dribbling a basketball under the faint glow of dawn.

"You look like you didn't sleep, Hunter," she said, approaching with her camera bag slung over her shoulder.

Jaden kept his eyes on the ball as he dribbled, his voice low. "Ever feel like you're being pulled in two different directions, Martinez?"

Ava tilted her head slightly, her sharp hazel eyes studying him. "Every day."

Jaden finally stopped dribbling and looked up at her. "What do you do about it?"

Ava sighed softly. "You make a choice, Jaden. And then you live with it."

Jaden nodded faintly, spinning the ball once in his hands before letting it drop to the ground.

"Yeah. Guess I'll have to."

Ava raised her camera and snapped a quick picture of him, the shutter click breaking the silence.

"What was that for?" Jaden asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Capturing a moment," Ava said with a small smile. "Sometimes those say more than words ever can."

Jaden let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "You're something else, Martinez."

The two of them stood in the early morning light, the faint hum of the campus slowly coming to life around them.

Jaden's mind was heavy with thoughts of Pinehill, Marco, and the season ahead.

One court was his past. The other was his future.

But for now, all he could do was focus on the next game.

And the game after that.

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