My natural instinct was to roll my eyes at yet another snide remark from Shelby McClay. If she honestly thought her comments would affect me in any way, she'd be sorely mistaken.
I ignored her and continued walking down the hallway towards my basketball practice. We had a game coming up and that bitch would be the last thing on my mind.
"Hey Dani, you ready?" I say to my best friend on my way. She's scrambling around in her locker shoving things in. I laugh and decide to meet her there so I can catch an early start.
I drop my bag on the bleachers and make my way down to the court. I'm fairly tall and lanky so you could say I had a natural inclination to pursue basketball. Plus, it's an awesome game.
I warm up and stretch but as I'm about to start my lay up practice, the she-devil walks in sporting her cheerleading outfit. She's surrounded by her team and their aura of pretentiousness fills the air it makes me want to barf.
It's a Thursday so we have to practice in the same gym sadly. God chose today to punish me.
"Dont fumble out there, Hands!" I hear her scream. She calls me that because my hands are big. She's so fucking unoriginal it's amazing.
"How bout you think of something other than of my hands for a change. Seems a little sus to me!" I yell across the court and Dani laughs along with a few of my teammates.
That shuts her up. She looks angry and red, just how I like her.
From then, I ignore her and start practicing with my team because by now, they've all filtered in and soon enough, we're really on a roll. We mostly need to work on communication so as captain, that's what i'm gonna do today.
At the end everyone is tired but i'm not ready to leave yet so I stay to practice my layups some more. My dark brown curls are starting to fall out of my hair tie mostly because it's so thick, it never quite fits.
I grab my gym bag on the way to the lockers and it's a bit quieter now that I've stayed late. I pull off my sweaty jersey and contemplate showering until I feel some movement behind me.
I turn around and my breath catches as Shelby is standing in her cheer skirt, a white lace bra and her hands placed seriously on her hips.
What the fuck.
"What in gods name are you doing?" I ask incredulously. I catch myself staring at her chest but drag my eyes away.
"What does it look like?" she replies as if it's obvious. Her long red hair drapes perfectly across her shoulders and back. I'd never actually noticed but her hairs more of an auburn as it is a red- what the fuck am I doing.
"It looks like you lost your way to the showers. I always knew learning was tough for you McClay but not this tough"
I enjoyed the look on her face turn sour as I smirked in glee. She was so easy to tease.
As I was revelling in my triumph, she stalked over to me unexpectedly and backed me into her locker.
Hold on...
Her body was way too close because the smell of her perfume was intoxicating and suddenly I couldn't remember if I hated her or wanted to fuck her like I hated her. It was probably both.
"God, you are so infuriating." she huffed.
Her milky white chest rose and fell and it was hard not to stare so I looked down but there were her sexy legs tempting my fingertips.
"What-ahem- what are you doing?" I said and I don't know how or when my voice became feeble but it suddenly was.
"What?" she said mock pouting. "Is this too much for the basketball star?" She leaned her head into my neck and I could feel her breath on me. Her breasts brushed against my chest and my body flushed.
