The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 163

Tristan and Arabella shared a knowing glance before they turned on their heels and strolled back to their cluster of classmates, the boys who’d chosen to participate in the game.

However, the mood in Class Eighteen was quite somber.

Logan frowned as he looked at the boys in his class, frustration evident in his voice. “Guys, are you really that scared? We’re a class of over twenty boys, and only Oberon and I have the guts to step up?”

Counting Percival, they were still short of two players.

“Well… we’re afraid of losing…” A boy mumbled weakly. “We aren’t exactly known for our skills in basketball. If we lose, Mr. Ellington and Ms. Vivienne would have to kneel down to that jerk in public.”

After he finished speaking, he shot nervous glances at Percival and Vivienne.

“We can’t just lose without even trying!” Oberon was nearly livid with the cowardice displayed by his classmates.

Where had the spirit of Class Eighteen gone?

But the boys just looked at each other, still hesitant to step forward.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

The students of Class Eighteen turned to look in surprise as a girl with short hair and a rather unremarkable appearance stepped forward. She was wearing a loose–fitting sports uniform and sporting silver–rimmed glasses. She addressed Percival amid the surprised stares of her classmates.

“Mr. Ellington, can girls play too?”

“Do you know how to play basketball?” Percival asked, eyeing her doubtfully.

Vivienne gave the girl a once–over. She remembered her name was Anna. An average–looking girl with middling grades. Anna was practically invisible in Class Eighteen.

The only thing that made her stand out was her height. She was at least 5’8” and was always seated at the back of the class, often tucked away in the shadows whenever Vivienne visited.

Vivienne hardly had any impression of her.

class looked at her with doubtful eyes, questioning whether

basketball from the nearby basket and dribbled it all the way to the three–point line. She jumped up, took

through the net, causing a stir among the students of Class Eighteen, who

okay?” Anna asked

Percival nodded in approval, having noticed that Anna’s basketball skills were

of awe and frustration as he glared at the boys of Class Eighteen. “Are you guys really going

boys of Class Eighteen

it then.” Vivienne said with her hands tucked

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to look at

sure you can handle it?” Oberon looked at her skeptically, the same doubt he had

basketball and spun it on her finger, cocking

smiling, Oberon saw a glint of challenge in

quickly

position will you

point guard?” Vivienne suggested with

but they did

skeptical but didn’t voice their doubts.

being fond of Vivienne, wouldn’t have objected even if

forward, Logan was the power forward, Oberon was the center, Anna was the shooting guard, and Vivienne was the point guard, forming an

team.

walked onto the court with his four–man team and saw the lineup of

in your class a bunch of wimps?” Tristan couldn’t help but scoff.

would be too

“If you guys lose to a team with two girls,

glances. Their competitive

they had all seen Tristan deliberately injure Coral. They were already displeased with this new PE

favor.

now, after what Tristan had said, how could they lose dignity by losing to Class Eighteen?

A senior PE teacher who happened to be around was serving as