The evening of the bout had finally arrived, and the students of Brinhurst could feel it, an electric buzz in the air that danced along their skin like static.
When was the last time an event like this had happened? Something open, public, and talked about by practically every school from east to west? It had been too long, which was exactly why no one wanted to miss it, whether the rumors were real or not.
Every school, regardless of their side or allegiance, had shown up to witness it.
The location of the event was a familiar place: the Court. It sat just beyond the edge of Brinhurst, nestled beside the sea. A wide track looped around the area, the kind people used for running laps or walking with friends. And in the center of it all was a battered old basketball court, caged in with metal fencing and worn lines that had faded from years of scuffed sneakers.
Normally, it was a place where kids shot hoops or hung around after school, but tonight, it was the stage.
