The Game

01

If I could write you a song to make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm I used up all-of my tricks, I hope that you like this But, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me- Mike Posner

(Present)

"Keep up Roan!"

My shoes make loud screeching sounds across the gym floor as I dodge past my other teammates. The sound of the ball repeatedly bouncing off the floor and into my hands echos around the large gymnasium. I twist around one of my 'enemy' teammates before shooting the ball towards the goal.

I pause in my steps and watch as it circles the rim. My heart pounding in my chest, my breathing on hold. Everything around me feels like slow motion before the ball finally swishes down into the goal.

I tilt my head back and breathe out, grabbing the hem of my jersey, lifting it to wipe sweat off my face before pulling it back down. I search around the gym until my gaze lands on a certain blue eyed guy as he speaks with his father who is also our coach.

Chase fucking Pierce.

I quickly turn my gaze away when his eyes met mine.

Straightening up my jersey I walk to the bleachers and take a seat. That was our last practice game for the day. I pick up my rolled up towel and dab my shoulder's, my head hung low.

I hear footsteps near as I flex my fingers.

"You did good out there." The preppy voice said. I sit straight in my spot and put my towel on the seat beside me before looking up at my sister.

I smile at her. "Thanks." I said, patting the spot next to me, gesturing her to sit.

She hums and takes a seat. We watch silently as some of my teammates pass around the ball and the others packing up. My thought drift off as I zone out.

'Keep up Roan'  he said. I scoff to myself and subconsciously, my gaze finds the blue eyed guy and glare towards him while he spins a ball on his finger, still conversating with the coach.

I hate him. I thought to myself. He thinks he's better than everybody else because he's the coaches son. He's wrong. So fucking wrong. Everyone is good besides him. my personal opinion.

Actually. It's a fact.

He's so bad. He misses more goals than me.

Actually, that's a lie.

He makes more goals than me. Only because he basically has a 24/7 coach guiding him.

Still. He sucks.

I clicked my tongue and stood up. My sister following my lead as I walk towards the group of guys still standing in their jerseys.

"Hey." I spoke once I reached them. Mason, who is also my best friend smacks me on the back as a greeting.

He's a little weird.

It was during break time in 9th grade when we first met, Someone had dared him to eat a worm and he did. I thought it was cool at the time and befriended him.

Sometimes I regret my decision.

"I just think Barbie and the Pauper is an amazing movie and we should all watch it together!" Mason defends. "A little movie night with the boys." He continues to speak while the other guys disagree.

What the fuck did I walk into?

I think that worm messed with his head a little.

I glance over at my sister and see her nodding along with whatever Mason is saying. Agreeing with him. Of course she would. She loves Barbie.