Gemotions

The clatter of the locker room was a dull roar in Leo's ears. He was a point guard, a floor general. He knew the court like the back of his hand. Then, the coach told him he'd be playing center. The thought felt like a cold stone in his stomach. He was being asked to do something different, something foreign.

He watched the center on the opposing team, taking in every detail of his movements. The way he boxed out, his rebounding technique, his post moves. Leo felt a tension building inside, a desire to anticipate the other player's every action. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his mind racing.

On the court, he felt exposed, out of place. Every rebound, every defensive maneuver, was a challenge. He dove for the ball, his body slamming against the hardwood. He had to prove himself, to keep his mind sharp.