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Chapter 8

Alexa Ames

I walked over to my side of the court, the place I was instructed to go to by the coach. I was with the best people at basketball, and with the person I hated the most.

Yeah you guessed it.

Flash.

He looked to happy about me being on the team, not the kind of positive happy, the negative type.

Peter was on the opposite team with Nathan, which kinda was a bummer but lets not start on that. We had Trent Carlson, Dylan Michaels and Noah Smith.

I was the only girl, so I had to try and keep my posture appropriate, knowing I was up front and standing right behind me, was Flash and the other boys.

I swear to God he is gonna embarrass me, or 'somehow' make us fail the whole game and blame me for it.

Oh well, we'll have to see I guess - I never liked basketball, so I can easily stir up a excuse.

The coach walked to the middle, she plucked the ball off the floor and held it in the air, she stuck her whistle in her mouth with her free hand.

Trent was stood in the middle, eyes on the ball. You could clearly tell he was paying attention to the game, unlike Dylan and Noah. I cranked my head around slightly and immediately earned Flash's eye contact. I turned my head back around, pretending that nothing happened.

"And..... GAME ON!" The coach swung her hand up, letting the ball fly up in the air.

Sadly, the skimpy kid opposite Trent, grabbed the ball and passed it onto Nathan.

I darted forward straight over to Nathan and tried to pluck the ball harshly from his hands, but his grip was tight. I backed off and tried to calculate a plan.

He's tall, but I can still get the ball. Knee it from underneath, like I kick boys in the nuts, instead I'm doing it to the poor old basketball.

By now, he was only steps away from our hoop, I snapped out my thoughts and sprinted over to him, sharply turning to face him and stopping him in his tracks.

I bumped into his chest, I caught him blushing. He dropped the ball and bit his lip, trying to bend over and pick it up again, but I smirked teasingly and grabbed it, bouncing it as I raced up to their hoop, dodging people on the way.

Did he just blush?

I am near the hoop when I sense a few people approaching me in a hurry, I turn my head around and see Peter and Nathan, both sides, seriously bolting after me.

I almost reach the hoop, but I freeze immediately when I hear a loud thud.

I turn around and see Nathan on the floor, piled on top of.... Peter?

Above them was Flash shrugging, his eyes filled with regret, while you could hear and see him gulp.

He pushed them.

The whistle screamed, and so did the coach.

"FOUL! Ball goes to Par-"

Heat is literally the only thing to describe me right now, I dropkick the ball into Flash as hard as I can, it hits his chest and he lets out a few profanities before looking up at me straight in the eye.

"You idiotic bi-"

"Oh shut up you son of a gun, I'm pretty sure if dick's could fly, your mouth would be an airport" I boom, the teacher was about to blow the whistle again, but the whistle dropped from in between her lips. bouncing slightly as it was attached to a strong around her neck.