Following You

I'm annoyed.

Alexis POV:

I'm annoyed.

I watched, guarded, as Jenna stepped forward with a strained smile as she greeted the girls.

'She's nervous.' I noted.

As shoot around began, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from Jenna. She moved with grace, exactly as I remembered. I clenched my jaw, pushing down the surge of irritation that threatened to bubble to the surface.

"Hey, Alexis, you gonna pass the ball or just stand there staring?" Carly called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I forced a tight smile, shaking off the distraction as I refocused on the drill. But try as I might, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Jenna's presence was like a thorn in my side, a constant reminder of everything I resented and admired about her.

As the practice wore on, my frustration only grew. Jenna seemed to effortlessly integrate herself into the team, her skills on full display as she rallied with the team. She's seemingly always been able to befriend people so easily. I gritted my teeth, feeling a surge of defensiveness rise within me.

We continued practice and ended with a scrimmage. Jenna's a power forward so we have to work together quite a bit since I'm point guard.

Dribbling around the screen, I scan the defense, searching for an opening.

Spotting a gap, I drive aggressively towards the basket, drawing the attention of multiple defenders.

In that moment, I see Jenna rolling towards the basket, arms extended, urging me to pass. "I'm open, Collins! Hit me!"

Hesitation creeps in as I assess the situation. I don't want to pass to her, but I know I need to make the play.

With a reluctant decision, I loft a high pass towards the rim, hoping Jenna will come through.

Jenna leaps, seizing the ball mid-air, and dunks it over the reaching defenders.

The girls around us jump and yell animatedly as we just pulled off a powerful play.

They all crowd Jenna and I shouting praises, and it just pisses me off.

I shrug them off and head for the locker room. I just want to leave.