We lost against the Bucks right after. After that we got serious, we stopped messing around and got a 12-game win streak losing only to the Pheonix Suns. Right after that, we won again, making us lead the league with 20 wins and 3 losses.
- Bro is averaging fewer assists than anyone in the western conference. - The locker room was getting slightly heated.
- What are you trying to say? - I said, wiping my face with a towel, - we're leading 20-3 and you have a problem with that? Assists my ass, I'm almost leading with points per game.
- This fool over here tryna be like Mike.
That made me irrationally angry. I can stand hate, I can take a lot of things, but getting flamed by my own teammates for carrying the team is something I would never stand for.
- I have double the points per game as you, what are you even talking about bro? You're in no place to speak here. - I finally decided to speak up.
- Yeah cause I never get the fucking ball, you're playing alone out there. Also, I don't get nearly the same amount of minutes so don't even.
- Whatever bro. - Everything seemed to die out.
- Well. - Joshua stood up to have the final word. - I don't want to get involved in this little talk you're having, but all I know is if I want to win last minute, I'm getting the ball to Jayden. That's all I gotta say on that and I'm not gonna comment anything else.
I didn't have or want to say anything else. All I knew is that I had to crank up the pettiness. The Celtics were our next opponent. But I was petty - extremely petty. For the first half, I didn't throw a single shot - every time I had the ball I passed it onto someone else. Now don't get me wrong - I still tried, I tried passing the best I could. Making sure everyone who wanted the ball had it for a considerable amount of time. Half-time passed and we were lacking by 30 points.
- Jayden, 0 points, come on brother. - The same guy who told me I played alone said.
- I'm just letting others play since they want that so much. I'm sorry, - I sarcastically said, - do you want me to throw shots?
- Yes. - He bravely said.
- Do you think we're gonna lose if I don't?
- We'll probably lose either way, so just close the gap by as much as you can. - The coach said. - I don't know what's going on with you all but you need to get it together. And Jayden, grow the fuck up.
- Oh I'll grow, trust me. - I was more than ready to play again. My nails were itching.
With a minute to go, I closed the gap to three points. Well, okay, "we" closed the gap. The clock was ticking and I was nowhere near the net. Even if I had tried to throw in the game-winning shot, the chances were slim to none. At that exact moment, with three seconds to go, I noticed - nobody is defending Derrick White, so I did something I never thought I'd do - I passed the ball to him for the final shot. Derrick panicked for a split second, lined up the shot and there was nobody to stop him. It went straight in, forcing overtime.
- LET'S GO. - I screamed. We all went ham on Derrick. - Ain't nobody was expecting that. I wasn't even expecting me to pass.
- Yo, straight up, - Murray smiled, - I thought you were gonna shoot that shot, Jayden.
- There was no way I was making that, brother.
The rest of the game was a piece of cake. We took the Celtics and got another dub.
We were on a winning high, but then it was time to play the Golden State Warriors. I decided to take a little break before the game. After all, we were on a huge streak.
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Jayden Booker
Teen FictionHey, this is Jayden. I play basketball with my friends in my free time. I also play for my college - go "Tigers"! I expect this year will be terrifying - I'm in the NBA draft! I'm nervous, but also excited.