Ethan couldn’t refuse me anymore, so he finally took some time to teach me basketball. I wore wrist and knee guards, running and jumping around, but after a whole afternoon, I could barely make a single shot. Ethan kept trying to persuade me to give up, but the thought of him teaching Jessica if I quit made me even more determined to stick with it. After a few days of training, I finally grasped most of the rules. That afternoon, I managed to make a three-pointer. Just as I was about to ...