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MEETING-Zailia Pov

Mr. Anderson had assigned me to write about the basketball team. I was happy he thought I was a good writer, but why sports. Sighing I picked up my stuff. I was still a little sore from today's run, but I couldn't be late one more day or I was getting kicked out, and I couldn't do that to my mom. Getting my bag I got up and went to the gym. I talked to the coach about my assignment and said it was fine as long as I was quiet. Agreeing I went to the bleachers and got out my laptop,pencil, and notepad.
The players came onto the court, and I recognized #42 , it was Michael Symon. The uni's resident "bad boy.". I caught myself looking, and went back to my work when I heard some say shi-rt.
Turning around I saw Michael. His curly black hair, and dark blue eyes made him look like a model while I looked like crap. He had dark tan skin that looked well toned.

"Sorry" I apologized "I didn't realize all of my stuff fell out. Are you hurt?"

"I have 3 things to tell you. 1. Why tf are you here? 2. Why are you so messy? And 3 no I'm not hurt" he answered.

Gulping I replied "Writing assignment. I'm usually not I probably forgot to zip up my bag."

"K" he walked.

Sighing I got to work as the coach went through plays. The coach came up and told me about the different players, plays, positions like point guard, and fouls.

This was going to be a long assignment.

I wrote about the plays and fouls. Asking the coach if it was ok if I interviewed the players after practice. He agreed saying "Not many people here know we have a basketball team. This will help the team out."

He ended practice 20 minutes early, asking the players who wants to be interviewed first. Michael looked like he wanted to kill me for making practice end early, but still he volunteered first. I got ready for the interview, and by the he made it up the stairs he looked less mad.

Taking a deep breath I started by asking"What's your name? Number? And position on the team?"

Responding rudely he answered"Michael Symon, 42, and I play point guard."

I wrote it down and went to continue the interview, but by the time I looked up. He was gone. I finished up the interviews, and was collecting my things when I heard the door slam shut and lock. And then I heard his voice

"Princess, come down from there" my ex, Luke, called "you don't want to keep me waiting you know what happens then"

I called back, hesitantly"I have work to do and need to get back to my dorm"

"I don't give a shit" he replied

So I went down, awaiting my doom. As I walked down the stairs I saw Michael.

Oh shit I'm in trouble now. Luke isn't going to be happy.

"Don't move" Michael yelled.

I froze in my tracks two sets of eyes looking at me, waiting for my next move.