"too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce"
super rich kids | frank ocean
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friday, october 15 — nessa astor
chilton preparatory academy
ivy and i took a bathroom break near the end of the game. she bought some snacks and then we walked back into the gym, and took our seats in the row behind where our team sat.
i surveyed the court, trying to figure out what was going on. we were up by 2 and one of our guys was making his way down the court with the ball. he looked up for a moment and i gasped when i saw his face. no fucking way.
"wait, is that tristan?" ivy asked, surprised.
we watched as he got around the other team (surprisingly well) with the ball.
"no way," i said in disbelief, before turning to robert, another guy on the team, who was sitting on the bench. "what is tristan doing out there?"
"jones threw up, they sent him in his place," he explained.
"hell has frozen over," ivy commented.
"i never thought i'd see the day," i agreed. "maybe all my teasing finally paid off,"
the rest of the game went extremely well and we ended up beating woodview 32-29. as soon as the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the game, i rushed onto the court to find tristan, while ivy went to find bryce and liam.
as soon as i spotted him, i ran over and tackled him into a hug.
he picked me up and spun me around. "told you i could play," he said into my shoulder.
"i'm so proud of you!" i exclaimed. "you've been holding out on everyone,"
"eh...i'm not too bad,"
"not too bad? tristan. you need to play more,"
"maybe," he laughed, putting me down. "i'm gonna go grab my stuff, meet you out front?"
"yeah, sounds good," i agreed.
tristan disappeared into the locker room and i headed out to the parking lot.
