Choices

12

Nathan Pov

I arrive at the destination and there were cop cars blocking off the house and people gathered around to look and see what had happened. I get out and head up to the scene. I ask a officer what happened.

"There was a shooting. Two teens were shot. The suspect has yet to be found."

"Whose house is this?"

"Based off of the mail in the kitchen, one Ms. Draya Hill."

I was too shocked to even comprehend everything.

"Wait, so Draya did this?"

"We assumed that was the young lady who was shot."

"No, that wasn't Draya that was my lil sis. Draya is prolly the bitch who shot her."

I turned to leave until I was called back.

"Are you a friend of the suspect?"

"No, I never liked her."

"Okay, do you know why Draya might have wanted to harm your sister and the young male she was with?"

"No. I have no idea."

"Okay thanks for your time."

"Welcome"

I gave the officer my number, in case he had any updates on the case. I walked back to my car. I was livid. How could that hoe hurt her? I hit the door, opening and slamming the door once I got in.

I decide to head to a basketball court. I get my ball from the backseat and head out. I just make some 3s. Played some horse. I just practiced and think.

After high school, I'm not really sure what I want to do. I don't even know if I want to go to college. I mean if I got a scholarship for basketball, I would definitely take it.

I just practiced some more until I was interrupted by a small voice saying "You're not half bad."

I turn around and look down see this thin, lightskin smiling up at me. She had pretty hazel eyes, and long black hair. She was about 5'5. She had on a fitted tee and some basketball shorts with some Jordan's. I hate to admit it, but she was sexy.

"Half-bad? Girl are you blind. I am great."

"Okay, Mr. Great. One on one. You and me." I laughed at her little joke.

"Okay, but before I send ya home crying, what's your name?"

" Sheila Myers. What's your name big guy?" She asked looking up at me.

"Nathan Garrison"

"Okay, Nathan rules are simple, there are none. First to 50, wins."

"Okay let's ball"

I check the ball to her. She checks it back and I shoot a three and all that was heard was swoosh.

I cupped my hand behind my ear and say "You hear that. That's the sound of victory."

"Don't get too comfortable, it was just one lucky shot. My turn to show you how it's done." She advanced towards me while dribbling the ball. She got pretty close she turned around and was backing her ass up on me. I was just focusing on her ass not even realizing that she went around me and made a lay up.

"Ayo big guy, you should focus more on the game and not my ass." She smirked before passing the ball to me.

"Yo, whatever" I said while smiling.

We played for like 45 maybe 50 minutes. Who cares I was having fun. She did end up winning. 51-49.

"So, what was all that smack you was talking, big guy?"