Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 1

I am officially back! It's been a while since I was actively on here and even when I did write everything was mainly just saved files that no one has ever read, but now I am glad to be back writing and engaging with everyone on here. I still get so much love and support on my books and it always astounds me, like it's crazy to me that people take the time to read something I've written. Especially since I've never considered I was good enough to be an actual author, but thanks to a very important person in my life, as well as all of those who have shown me love by commenting, reading, voting, sharing and adding my stories to your libraries, I have started to believe that writing, in any aspect, can possibly be a career or at the very least, remain a passion that I can enjoy. Thanks to you all I have even more reason to continue this passion. I know this is long and skipping it is understandable so I'll wrap it up by saying thank you, you all are important and appreciated, and let's continue to uplift each other.

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I smirk and hold up three fingers as I run down the court, with a smirk on my face. I'm playing one of the best games of my career. This game alone has me tying my high school record in points at 45, 8 assists, 5 rebounds, 5 steals and 2 blocks. This is one of my best games yet, I can imagine the looks I'm going to get after this one, hopefully scouts start to take me seriously. Our center gets the rebound and passes it to me as we teammates race down the floor to put the final nail in the coffin.

I see my best friend Malaya out the corner of my eye, I pass it to her in her favorite spot in the corner, she hits the three and points to me an identical smirk on her face. We've been playing together for years, and our connection is undeniable, we're the female versions of Steph Curry and Klay Thompson, maybe even better. The crowd goes crazy and even our bitchy ass coach, Regina Davis has a smile her face. Malaya slaps my ass as we casual jog down the court making me shake my head.

There are 12 seconds left in the 4th quarter, but this game is pretty much over, this is our 6th win in a row and it's safe to say we're officially on a win streak? The other team hit a shot at the buzzer making the score 47-94, little good that shit does it's damn too late for a comeback now. We line up to shake hands ignoring the shitty looking expression on the team, too excited to celebrate our victory before heading to the locker room.

My name is Andréa Chamberlain, most people call me Dre, my dad was the legendary, Wilt Chamberlain so there's an expectation that I live up to. He was one of the best, but I have to prove that I can be even better than he was. I live in east LA, California has and will always be my home, I can't imagine living anywhere else. My goal is to play for the LA Sparks, it's what I strive towards. I'm a 5'6, and have light skin with hazel eyes, and long curly black hair that I usually keep up in a messy bun. I'm 17 years old, a senior and one of the star players at Lincoln high school, basketball has always been my life ever since diapers.

It's the same for Malaya too, we've been playing together since junior high, and we plan on taking this shit all the way to the league. She's my ride or die, she's had my back when I had nothing, pushed me when I wanted to give up, my biggest support and always helped me out when I had nothing. She's the other star player on the team and rightfully so, if it wasn't for us our team wouldn't be shit, not because they lack skill but they're lazy as fuck sometimes.

Malaya is 17 years old to and stands at 5'5, she's in the same grade as me, with caramel skin, long black hair that stops at her waist and brown almost black eyes that always has a mischievous glint in them. She has a flat tummy, fat ass and breast that suggest she should be a Victoria Secret model rather than a basketball player. No doubt my best friend is sexy as fuck but that's a line I've done my best not to cross, to many complications and we don't need that right now in our careers. I can't lie I have thought about, though, just once or twice.

I shower and get dressed in camo pants that sit low on my hips, a Chicago bulls t-shirt with red, black and white Jordan 13's. I grabbed my diamond chain, keys, and phone out of my gym bag and put the strap on my shoulder. I congratulate my teammates on the win as I walk out the locker room. I'm about to put my headphone in when Malaya calls me back.

"Nigga hold up, let me get a ride with you" I turn around and saw Malaya jogging to catch up with me. She has on a pair of black leggings, a crop top that shows off her flat and toned stomach, and a black and white beanie that says, 'bitch don't kill my vibe', with a pair of Timberlands. We hop in my black and red 2015 Ford mustang king cobra, the car my dad left me along with his chair, and inheritance for me and my baby sister when we turn twenty-one, aside from my family and Malaya, this car and chain are the only things I hold close to my heart.

The radio blasts through my car as I sped off to this club called 'Insanity', the team decided a night out getting ratchet as fuck was the best way to celebrate the win, and I couldn't agree more. There's usually some fine ass girls to hook up with and I was ready to get fucked up and celebrate my success, I think I've earned it.

We don't wait in line as I shake up with the bouncer, I'm pretty known around East L.A, not only for playing at Lincoln with my father's name but working for King demanded respect wherever we walk. King was well respected and feared by everyone and I was one of his favorite workers, I hated that I had to work in the streets. But that was a different story for another time.

Me and Malaya head to the bar and take 3 shots of Tequila before going our separate ways, we can take care of ourselves and if anything goes wrong, we know to meet back up at the bar. I scan the dance floor and my eyes land on a girl that has significantly better rhythm than most of the bitches here, and she's new, I've never seen her here. She feels my stare and a slow smirk makes its way onto her face, so I walk towards her, that tequila has me feeling some type of way already. I lick my lips and grab her hips turning her around so her back is to my front and immediately she starts twerking on me and let me tell you lil mama knows what she was doing. "Twerkoholic" by B. Smyth comes on and shorty starts grinding on me, I grip her waist and pull her closer to me so I can whisper in her ear.

"What's your name love?" she turns around and for the first time I get a good look at her. She's shorter than me, around 5'3 with light skin, curly black hair that's stops in the middle of my back and hazel/green eyes, she's toned but not completely skinny and I can tell that she works out daily. She wearing a black lace bralette, slightly baggy camo pants with custom stoner edition Air Force 1s.

"Diamond, what's yours?" she says running her hands up and down my torso and raising her brow in appreciation.

"You can call me Dré baby, how old are you?" I have to ask to cause the last thing I need or want is to be fooling around with a lil ass kid that be sneaking up in this place.

"I'm seventeen love and you?" I nod and tell her the same, satisfied with that she turned back around, and we started dancing again. There's no more information exchanged between us since neither of us truly care to know the other, this about a good time, nothing more. We drink and dance for a few more hours, and we're in the middle of drinking our second glass of patron when I get a text from Malaya saying she found a ride and will see me tomorrow at school.

"Hey want to get outta here?" I ask Diamond as we sit at the bar, she nods so I grab her hand and led her to my car. She rubs my thigh as I drove to her place, she stayed in an apartment complex downtown near the club, so it didn't take long. As I parked the car Diamond started kissing on my neck. "We should finish this upstairs" she bit her lip and nodded before leading the way upstairs to her apartment.