Darius Vale
We don’t lose here. Not in this arena. Not under these lights. This is Dominion territory — and tonight, like every year, we defended it. The roar still echoes through the halls as I carry the championship trophy toward Coach’s office. Heavy. Gold. Familiar. Fifth straight. Northcrest fought hard, but second place is their tradition. I turn into the east corridor — quiet, away from the cameras — and that’s when I see her. Not cheering. Not crying. Just… walking fast, like she doesn’t belong here. She looks up too late. We collide. The trophy tilts but I steady it. She steadies herself against my chest, eyes flashing irritation instead of awe. “You’re in the wrong building,” I say. “And you’re in everyone’s way,” she shoots back. Adrian Cruz’s sister. Interesting. For the first time tonight, something feels unpredictable.
About Darius Vale
We don’t lose here. Not in this arena. Not under these lights. This is Dominion territory — and tonight, like every year, we defended it. The roar still echoes through the halls as I carry the championship trophy toward Coach’s office. Heavy. Gold. Familiar. Fifth straight. Northcrest fought hard, but second place is their tradition. I turn in...Read more