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Alistair
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The coach entered the gym from his office wearing his usual grey sweatpants, maroon t-shirt, and bright yellow whistle hanging from his neck.
" Alright, shut up! Get in a line at one of the hoops, I don't give a fuck which one, and try making some use of yourself. You have five minutes before we start the game. "
I went straight to the hoop that paisley was at, and we waited until our turn came up. She tossed the ball, making it into the basket and kicking her leg up while clapping excitedly. I sighed when she dribbled the ball back over to me and handed it over. I put one foot in front of me, holding the ball up with my left hand on the side and my right hand on the side facing me. I pushed it up, letting it fly through the air.
Unfortunately, it hit the backboard and bounced off the the side. I flipped the hoop off and returned to the back of the line. I felt eyes on me, so I looked to the hoop on the other side of the gym and saw Trigger watching me. He pretended to shoot a basketball and then did a thumbs down, clearly mocking me.
I flipped him off as well, and then coach's whistle sounded, indicating the end of the five minutes. We all huddled into a group in front of coach, and he looked down at his clip board.
" Everyone seems to be here today. Remember, you get points taken off your grade for not changing. That reminds me, Marty Brooke, you changed today. You must like basketball an awful lot if you're finally participating in my class. " he commented.
Trigger was wearing black basketball shorts with a white t-shirt that said Twenty One Pilots on it, along with black and white converses. It's the first time he's changed for gym class, by the way.
" I do enjoy basketball, coach. " he replied. Coach nodded and flipped through his clipboard before yanking out a blue paper and holding it out, " You should consider trying out for the basketball team. I'm sure you'd be a great edition with those shots you made during warm up. " Trigger looked slightly conflicted as he took the paper. " Thanks, but I doubt I'll show up for the try outs. After school activities aren't my thing. "
The coach gave him a nasty look and then blew his whistle, " You guys know how this works! You have two minutes to get in your teams before I choose for you. Start the game once you've found your team. When I blow the whistle, the game is over and you can head to the changing rooms before lunch begins. "
I hooked my arm through triggers and Paisley did the same on the other side. " I think we should go to the mall after school today. I heard there's a huge sale going on at Zumies and their crew necks are to die for. " I suggested. Paisley laughed and gave me a knowing glance, " Honey, no offense, but you only want to go because that's where Fletcher hangs out. " I gasped but then paused and nodded. " Yeah, you're right. But so what? Just because I ain't got the money to buy shoes don't mean I can't check out the selection. " I joked.
Trigger gave me a look of disbelief, " Dude, you're one of the richest kids in our school. I have no doubt that you can pay for shoes of all things. " I gave him my famous you-got-to-be-kidding-me look and rolled my eyes, " It was a metaphor, you potato with eyes. " Paisley and I made eye contact and both squealed at the same time, " Orange is the New Black! "
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An Hour Later
The coach blew his whistle and everyone swarmed into the locker rooms to get changed for lunch. I, however, am taking my dear time because I'm not looking forward to the lunch detention.
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