Out of Bounds

~DARIUS~

Practice was supposed to be simple.

Sprints. Half-court sets.

I had Sabrina's dinner in my calendar and Cassidy's face in the kitchen still refusing to leave my mind, and the only thing that usually shut that down was sweat.

Malik talked the entire time. Terrence talked over him. Rafael ran the drill.

"Again," I said.

We ran it again. I hit the midrange. Box out. Rotate.

I wanted the nois