While he was being chased away by his father out of the study room, Marco couldn't stand a chance of missing basketball practice even though he was to arrive late. He drove in one of his less flashy cars to avoid attention and to conceal his identity from the public—not his identity of being the son of Gonzalez.
He arrived at the basketball court only to be welcomed by his teammates. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be late." He shook hands with them while apologizing.
"You're late, man, but we haven't started practicing yet." Charlie, one of the guys in Marco's team said as he sat on the floor while the others practiced with each other.
Marco's face was etched with confusion as he sat beside Charlie on the floor. "Why? What's up with the coach? He is supposed to be the first to arrive."
Charlie shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe his wife's nagging at him or his child refused to go to school, who knows." He laughed.
