going to rush across the room and start fighting again, but Jerome got in between them.
âSit down,â he ordered, and Jamal slumped back down onto the bench.
âWeâre here for a discussion. Jamal, did you hit him?â
âI didnât hit him,â Jamal said.
I knew that was a lie. Everybody in the whole room knew that was aâ
âI pushed him,â Jamal said. âBut I
should
have hit him.â
âThey were trash talking,â Kia said.
âYeah, saying how they wiped the floor with us!â Jamal said.
Actually they
had
wiped the floor with us, but I guess that wasnât the point.
âThey were disrespecting us,â Jamal continued.
âNothing worse than a bunch of bad winners,â Kia said.
âYeah, exactly!â Jamal agreed.
Strange, the two of them agreeing on something.
âHow about a bunch of bad losers?â Jerome asked.
I knew he didnât really want an answer to that question.
âI donât care how it got started,â Jerome said, âbut itâs going to end right here. Nobody is going to be trash talking anymore,â he said, looking at the other team. âIf Iâd heard it during the game, I would have stopped it right there and then. And nobody is going to be putting their hands on anybody else,â he said, looking down the line at the members of our team.
No one said anything.
âNow, weâre only a few minutes from the end of the day. Everybody head out and get ready to go homeâ¦everybody except Jamal, Kia and Nick.â
Chapter Eleven
I understood him asking for Jamal to stay behind, and even Kia, but why me? I hadnât done anything wrong. I hadnât pushed anybody, or even argued. All Iâd done was try to have everybody get along and play ball together. I was the guy who got Jamal to come back and rejoin the team.
âYou three really got your butts kicked out there,â Jerome said. âYou really took a beating. They made you look bad. Man, I donât think I ever got beaten that badly in my wholeââ
âYeah, we lost,â Kia said, cutting him off.
âDo you know why you lost so bad?â he asked.
I figured that was another one of those questions that didnât need to be answered.
âWould you say that I know basketball?â he asked.
âOf course, you know basketball,â I said. âYouâre in the NBA.â
âAnd I know basketball players. I know there is no way that the three of you working together on the same team should be blown off the court like that. Do you know why you lost so bad?â
I knew, but again, I wasnât going to answer.
âYou didnât play like a team,â Jerome said. âYou know there is no
I
in team.â
âBut there is in
win
,â Jamal said.
âAnd I didnât see any
W
on the standings board,â Jerome said. âI saw six games and six losses.â
âI played as well as I could,â Jamal said. âI scored more than half of the points in every game.â
âAnd how many assists did you get?â Jerome asked.
âNot many,â he said under his breath.
âYouâre rightâ¦if you consider none to be not many.â
âI got some assistsâ¦didnât I?â he asked and looked at me.
I shook my head. âI donât think so.â
âWe canât win if you donât pass the ball,â Kia snapped.
âMaybe you shouldnât be talking,â Jerome said. âHow many times did you pass the ball to Jamal?â Jerome asked Kia.
âWellâ¦â
âYou canât point a finger at him unless you point one at yourself,â Jerome said.
Kia didnât answer. She looked at the same patch of floor that Jamal was already staring at.
âAnd what about you, Nick?â
âMe?â I asked in shock. âI passed to both of them.â
âYou passed the ball, but you also