|| 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 || +18

|| 5 || 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

The ball bounces through between my legs, I give it 0.1 seconds then I grab it with my left hand, taking a lump of air I start dribbling the ball with both hands and keeping my right eye on the direction it's bouncing and the left eye forwards.

In case anyways tackles me for it.

I earn a few dribbles dodging and swinging past my opponents. Christopher, on the other team, runs up to me and tries to get ahold of the ball. I swing it to the side, he follows the ball but before he could catch it I swung to the other side and dribbled to the hoop. Whoop.

I throw it in the hoop and cheering occurs.

"Not so bad Vince."

Christopher chuckles and runs over, wrapping an arm around me and patting my back. I smile with a heavy breath.

His tight moist curls dangle from his face with the sun hitting his melanin skin. He's from England, he never knew his parents. Lived in an orphanage up until he was 18 then came out to France illegally.

"Look at that mate."

He whistles and points to a woman. Yvette. The hot therapist.

"That's vincent's little hookup buddy."

Adrian jokes as he walks over. Christopher looks at me a bit surprised. Oh come on, I'm not that ugly.

I shake my head and jog away from them, and towards Yvette. Their laughter fades slowly.

Yvette didn't notice me, well I didn't make myself noticed. She sat there on a rusty set of stairs that led up to the basketball court, writing, a sort of diary? I stood and simply observed her actions. Her hair was different, it was curled, not too much, but curled enough to make it seem quite natural actually. She's colour coordinated. Beige skirt, white silk shirt, white heels and w beige scarf.

After a few minutes, her eyes meet mine. She seems to have gotten a fright. I can tell she got goosebumps and her heartbeat had sped up since her eyes dilated.

"Vincent, what you doing here?"

Her voice shook while saying my name then steadied. I laughed a little at her joke, but she didn't. Wait, it's not a joke? Right, got it.

"Take a look at me and all these people then take a look at yourself." 

I say, she's dressed in designer, she's out of place. I reach my hand in my pocket and take out a packet of mint gum. It helps with anxiety. She gives me an unsure look.

"I live here, what are you doing here?"

I simplify and she seems to finally understand.

"Just observing the homeless lifestyle."

"What are homeless people like an experiment or something?"

I sit across her on the stairs.

"No, but they obviously have a different way of living."

She says and writes something in her diary.

"They aren't animals."

I say fiddling with my fingers. They aren't animals, they're humans. Anyway, there are no homeless people here, it's just poor people. They have a house but little money.

"I never said they were."

"You treating them like they are, and anyways your in the wrong place."

I say and ruffle my sweaty hair. Her eyes set on me, she raises an eyebrow. She seemed lost, clueless more like. Her eyes were a different shade today, they were lighter. They get lighter when she questions something.