Noah Bennett
We won at home on Friday.
I played the way he wanted. Set my feet. Did not force the highlight. Fifteen points and eight assists. The gym was loud when the buzzer went. The team wanted to go out. Somebody already had a house lined up.
I said I was tired.
I was not tired.
The parking lot emptied. I sat in my car until the last headlights left. Then I walked back inside.
His office light was still on.
I knocked once and opened the door.
Cole sat behind the desk with the same game tape paused on his laptop. He looked up like he had been waiting and like he wished he had not been.
“You should be with your team,” he said.
“I played the way you told me to play.”
“That is not an answer.”
I closed the door. The lock clicked louder than I meant it to.
He watched my hand le
