Summer

Chapter 1

 Now it's just the ball, the Court, me and the basket. I look at him carefully, preparing to separate the ball from the ground, and so I score a three while I have a proud smile on my face. After so many years of sweat, effort and painful muscle sores, there comes that day, my first competition. I will play for my parents, who will hopefully cheer for me in heaven.

I miss them indescribably, they don't go day and night without thinking about them and letting a salty liquid run down my cheeks as memories of them run through my head.

"That's enough for today!"

There was a deep, masculine voice in the background, which interrupted my thinking and I immediately turned and saw my coach. A man with clear blue eyes, with wrinkles on his face, but in brilliant form.

He has a hard temper, not many people have the courage to stand up to him, but he wasn't always like that. It all started when he lost his fiancée in a car accident, in which day it will be exactly 10 years since her death, he has not yet gotten over her.

You can see on his face how much he suffers, but when he smiles it's priceless. Do you know that short smile, which is honest, but soon disappears because you remember what is causing your chest pain and does not allow you to be like before?

"You're the best player on the team. don't worry, you'll be great tomorrow."

It even kind of sounded real out of his mouth because I never wanted to be good but great.

"I don't want to disappoint..."

I stopped and bowed my head, I really don't want to disappoint anyone, my team, him, my parents...

"You won't, now go home and rest for tomorrow."

I smile, nod affirmatively, and quickly walk to the dressing room. My eyes stop at the gym. There was a male crew and among them a boy, next to whom I could not think, my heart pounding as if to jump out of my chest, and butterflies in my stomach raging. I look at him, tall, handsome, black, curly hair, with freckles on his face and green eyes. The moment he noticed me, and he was walking towards me, I panicked. What do I do? What if... it was too late to think, as if it had only been a hundred, and he was already in front of me.

"What are you doing here?"

He was more than serious, always. I don't think the sun ever shone on him.

"Nothing, I just..."

I'm so embarrassed, I don't know what to say to him without him thinking I'm weird. I look away and I'm looking for a good excuse. I'm getting hotter and hotter.

"Sorry, Nick, I gotta go."

I ran away feeling his eyes on me. Oh, my god, he finally came up to me and I just walked away. I ruined everything...

"Watch it!!"

Great, I bumped into some guy who's rude at the same time. His muscular body lay over me and I felt a sudden Twitch. He stood on his hands and I could see his face. Although he doesn't have freckles, I must admit he's not bad. His eyes are dark, but at the same time Bright, in them as if a million stars shine. It protrudes through the long eyelashes, and the hair, on which each hair goes to its side, falls down his face.

"I still think it's your fault!"

I push him away from me and now we sit in front of each other.

"I was walking down the hall looking at Nick.

He laughed, and I fixed my angry face as I was about to bombard him with words, but as always I stop because something or rather someone interrupts me. I don't think today is my day.