𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 (+𝟏𝟖)

|𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏|

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|Isabel Curtis|

I've never been to a NBA game.

I've only ever been to Wesley's and Kades games back in high school, but other than that, never been. But I can understand why people do come. The sound of the fans going crazy as there team does something right or wrong, the thrill of watching the players play amazingly, the sound of their shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor. Just everything.

This is exactly what I needed. To get away from work, my colleagues, and most importantly get away from my mind. Ever since the dinner with my family, I can't help but think about what my mother was going to say before Kade and Ruby interrupted.

What was she going to say? I know it's probably something that would make me want to cry and run out and away from them, but the curiosity is killing me.

I just wish my mom was normal and acted like she cared about me. Not just Wes, but me. It sucks when your always second best in someone's eyes, especially when it's someone who is supposed to put you as number one all the time. But you can't always get what you want, I've learned that the hard way.

I shake my head slightly to clear my mind from all the negative thoughts and try to focus on the game. Right now there's about twenty more seconds and the score is:

Lakers: 104
Mavericks: 104

It's a close game and could possibly go into overtime if neither of the teams score one last time.

I watch as Kade steals the ball from the Mavericks and rushes down the court dribbling the ball. And right as it looks
like he is going to shoot it in, he fakes it and then passes it to the left making it possible for Hart to shoot it in form the three point line. Everyone watches in anticipation as the ball flies through the air towards the basket. Right as the timer goes off the ball goes in with a final 'swoosh'.

|Kade Frost|

The roar of the crowd is deafening. The sound of the buzzer going off is electrifying. The score shows:

Lakers: 107
Mavericks: 104

We fucking won baby!

As we shake hands with the opposing team all I can think about is getting out of this sweaty uniform and taking a nice shower. After, the whole team rushes into the locker room ranting and cheering about how we won.

"Good job boys," coach says as he enters the room that smells like sweat, "That was a fantastic game you all played tonight, especially you Frost," he says looking at me, "Those passes you had tonight, damn, haven't seen ones like those in a long time," he tells making me happy to make my coach proud, "Now you all go out and have a good time, you deserve it" he says finally, then exits towards his office.

"WAY TO GO FROST!!!" Connor, one of Wes and I's friends, yells as he grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me.

"Thanks man," I say after he's calmed down, "But, I think we should really be cheering for #49 Jordan Hart!" I say as I point to the man that made our win possible.

"Your right," Connor says then stands up on one of the benches, "LETS HERE IT FOR #49 JORDAN FUCKING HART!!!" he yells making everyone in the locker room cheer for the man.