Jayden
Coach Swallow patted me on the back, saying, "You tried, Jayden. You did your best."
Tyler and my other friends gathered around, offering words of encouragement. "You did great, man. There's always next time."
But I wasn't interested in consolation. I walked over to my opponent, who was basking in the glory of his victory. His coach and friends were congratulating him, and he was lapping up the attention.
I approached him, my eyes locked on his. "Let's have another game," I said, my voice low and even.
My opponent coughed, taken aback. "Are you crazy? It's already over. You lost. Face it."
His coach stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I think you should leave now, unless you want to make things worse and more embarrassing for yourself."
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