Buzzer Beater

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Buzzer Beater

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The boys look at me with their jaws on the floor. But then I catch him staring at me with a jaw dropped smile. Jaylen is staring at me. Why? Probably because I beat one of his teammates so bad he'll need a body cast for his ego. 

No other reason.

I turn my attention to Owen Ghost. He looks up at me from the the floor; ashamed but amazed, disappointed but impressed, confused but; well actually that's it. Confused. He's confused on how he was beaten by a girl. 

I made him believe he was going to win. I made him think that he had a chance, but in reality I am the best.

"What did you say about getting a bite to eat? I'd love to," I tease. "Besides it would make you feel better."

Owen stands up on his feet. I look up at him and smile. Owen runs his fingers through his fluffy dirty-blonde hair and looks at me with his blue-ish eyes. Actually one eye is blue-grey-ish and the other is green-blue-ish. He bends down to my ear. I feel his hot breath down my neck.

"I let you win. This won't happen again, Thompson."

"So you let me break your ankles," I question. 

He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

"Well if you two lovebirds are done, Thompson I'd like to have a word with you," the coach exclaims.

Owen lightly blushes at the word 'lovebirds.' I do too, it's just not as visible. I smirk as I make my way over to the coach. 

"Wright! Run everyone through the tryouts," the coach orders.

"Yes coach," Jaylen replies.

"Follow me, Thompson," the coach tells me. 

I do as I'm told. He takes me to the coach's office.

"Take a seat, please," he tells me, pulling out a chair.

I sit down. My heart is racing.

"I'm going to cut to the chase," the coach says. "That's one of the best things I've ever seen from a student. I would be an idiot to pass up an opportunity to have such talent on my team. But, you will still have to go through tryouts, like everyone else. I give you full permission to tryout, and I hope you make the team."

I smile. I can make it. I will make it.

"But don't expect any special treatment," he tells me. "I will treat you just as I do my boys. Do you understand me?"

"Yes coach," I respond. "I'll be on your team, I promise you."

"You better be," he says. "Now get your butt out there and show then who's really in charge ."

I race out of the coach's office back into the gym.

"Alright, we will start with warm-ups," coach says. "Give me six." He blows his whistle.

We do warm-ups, drills, one v one matches, and teams. I got picked last every single time. No passed the ball to me or covered for me. But I still made it work. We also did a few trust drills. Those sucked. Lastly we did stretches. It was awkward to be honest, but I am definitely the most flexible. 

Tryouts lasted three more days. Before, during, and after school. It was brutal. Especially since I'm a girl. 

"Alright everyone, hustle up," coach demands. Everyone huddles up, blocking me out. I try jumping and moving past people, but they won't let me through. I can't see.

"If you made the team, and what team you made will be posted tomorrow after school in the gym," coach explains. "If you're name is highlighted, you made the team. Monday morning, you will be given your jersey, your number, and your current ranking. Break!"

Everyone ran to the locker room pushing through me and over me. I fall on the floor. This will all be over soon. Once I make the team.

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Author's Note:

Hello Guppies!! This isn't my favorite chapter, I feel like I could've written this better. This chapter will probably also be under constant updates, but nothing that will change the outcome of the story. Thank You for reading, I wouldn't be here without you.

-J. King