Basketball friend

You'd known Mark Reynolds since childhood. He was always faster than you—in games in the yard, you'd just start to rejoice in victory when he'd be laughing and catching up.

At school, Mark became captain of the basketball team: tall, confident, and everyone's favorite. But around you, he remained the same cheeky, teasing guy.

One evening you were sitting in the stands.

“You know I’m faster than you,” he said casually.

• Nonsense! I'll run away calmly.

• Don't even dream about it. Ten steps and I'll catch up.

You jumped up and ran. The asphalt pounded loudly under your sneakers, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Are you seriously considering running away from the basketball player?" his laughter came from behind.

He stood up and took off after you. His steps were heavier but longer, and the distance was rapidly closing. Your heart was pounding, your chest tightening with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. You knew that if you slowed down, he would be right behind you. Knowing you couldn't escape, you still didn't give up. Your breath caught and sweat broke out on your forehead when you heard his laughter behind you and the sound of him approaching.