Waking up to find my mom still peacefully asleep, hugging her pillow like a sweet kid, I scribbled a note and left it on the kitchen counter. Tip-toeing past Jess's room, I could tell by her steady, almost inaudible breathing that she was out cold too.
Being alone had its perks. I brewed a mug of gross coffee, scolded myself for not measuring the grounds right, then drowned it all in juice. Raiding the fridge for dinner leftovers like a scavenger felt oddly satisfying.
When my stuff finally arrived, I was surprised to find a few decent pieces for both practice and cheering Bianca on from the bleachers. Today, I decided to bike over to warm up before the game.
As I stepped onto the basketball court, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Today was the big day for me, and I was determined to make a statement both on and off the court. Decked out in my signature outfit, I felt like a character straight out of a teen novel.
I wore a sweat-wicking headband to keep my hair out of my face and my focus on the game. And I accessorized with statement earrings and a chunky necklace to add a touch of flair to my look. I had to admit I stole them from Jessica's box. I didn't feel shame, because she probably didn't even remember about their existence (her wealthy relatives gave her so many trinkets, knickknacks, ans whatnots, that she won't even remember the existence of this cheap but stylish jewelry). My high-waisted leggings hugged my curves just right, giving me the confidence to take on any opponent. Paired with a fitted tank top in a matching shade, I was ready to show off my skills and impress Bianca.
Yesterday, we didn't have any classes together, so I secretly messaged her while Ishani wasn't looking. We arranged to meet up in the gym before my basketball practice and her cheerleading session.
She was already there, in her cheerleading uniform, with her ponytail tied up with a red ribbon. I waved at her.
As I glanced over at Bianca, I couldn't help but smile. She looked impressed, and that's all the motivation I needed to give it my all on the court.
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