Love Off the Court

Chapter 1

Hey guys i'm fairly new to this! welcome to my enemies to lovers fan fic !!! i ship them so hard 😩😩:) anways enjoy ❤️

Lavar Ball^

Micheal Jordan^
*Lavar's Pov*
I laced up my Melo 1s, ready to play my arch rival.
"Big Baller Brand baby. Neva lost!" I whispered to myself, my voice shaking with anticipation.
My hands shook as I gripped the change room sink , staring into the mirror. Sweat dripped down my forehead and my stomach had butterflies into them. Here I stood in an empty YMCA change room, ready to end Micheal's career. I couldn't stand his constant praise and arrogance. Honestly he was overrated. I'm way better than him.
"Dad!" My youngest son, Melo yelled from the court.
I quickly headed out, ready to play Micheal. I jogged to the centre of the court, listening to Melo explain that we were going to 1v1.
I looked at Micheal intently, watching as the gym lights made his skin glisten. Light beads of sweat sat gently on his forehead, and I couldn't help but feel a tight knot form in my stomach. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, filled with anger, pride, and sadness? What did he have to be sad about? Maybe there was more to Micheal than I knew. I noticed his tall, slender body in his t-shirt and shorts. He looked incredibly attractive.
"Shut up Lavar, you hate him." I told myself, shaking my head.
"Okay let's start." Micheal's deep voice said, moving me out of my thoughts.
He looked me up and down and I felt a tingle go down my spine. I didn't even warm up, I came ready to play. I came ready to win.
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20-20 read the score board. Me and Micheal were both drenched in sweat at this point. Not only were we tired, but we were frustrated. I had never met anyone with an equal skill set to mine. He had everything I had and it made it extremely challenging to compete against.
"Last point wins." called Melo, giggling on the sidelines.
Oh how his stupid giggle made me want to punch him on the side of the head. That boy never takes anything seriously. He does not have the Big Baller mentality.
Micheal looked at me and once at Melo. He came towards me and crossed me over.
"God dammit!" I said, my voice thick and heavy.
I knew damn well I had just lost the game. Micheal never misses a layup.
He went for the layup, but suddenly hesitated. He missed the rim by half an inch. That wasn't like him. I quickly took the ball, clearing it, and driving towards the rim. I shot a simple layup, which Micheal barley tried to block. It went it and I won.
"NO WAY!" screamed Melo, running towards me.
I looked at Micheal in confusion. There was no way he would mess that up. He threw the game on purpose. He offered me a small smile and walked slowly towards me.
Micheal licked his thick luscious lips before shaking my hand slowly, squeezing it.
"Good game Var." he said in a quiet voice, grinning.
"Var?" I asked him.
"Well I think I have the privilege of calling you that. Meet me after the game okay?" he laughed slightly.
"O-Okay." I said, looking down.
I tried to move the hair out of my face, and soon remembered I was bald. Silly Lavar, embarrassing himself in front of Micheal. I'm so stupid!
Micheal didn't seem to notice and walked to his change room.
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I was finally changed and headed towards the exit of the YMCA. Micheal had rented out the whole building and Melo had already left so we were alone. I couldn't trust myself when I was alone with him.
"Hey Var! There you are." Micheal called running after me.
"O-O-Oh h-h-hey Micheal." I said, trying my best to get the words out.
Micheal was shirtless, just wearing shorts and he held a gym bag over his shoulder.
His saggy old man boobs looked back at me. I noticed how his nipples both faced different directions and how soft they looked. It was so cute. He noticed me staring at his moobs and chuckled slightly.
"I jus wanted to say how much I enjoyed playing with you Var. Maybe we could do that again sometime?" He asked, slowly inching towards me.
I backed up until my back hit the wall and Micheal kept moving closer to me until we were centimetres apart. I squirmed under his intense gaze and looked down.
"I just wanted to shake your hand why are you so nervous?" He whispered into my ear.
I stuck my hand out, blushing so hard I was sure my face was bright red.
"S-s-sorry Micheal." I said softly, looking back into his eyes.
"Call me Mike." he said, smiling.
I extended my hand out to shake his, and he tripped over his shoe lace.
His hand landed on my loose, yet firm buttcheek and he squeezed it slightly.
"Whoops accident." he winked at me.
I looked away and before I knew it he was gone.
I hope y'all liked chapter 1!!