Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The gym was alive with the sound of sneakers squeaking across the polished floor and the steady thud-thud of basketballs hitting hardwood. The echo bounced off the high ceilings, mixing with the sharp blasts of the coach's whistle.

Megan led Abigail in through a side entrance, tossing her a quick smile over her shoulder before jogging toward her teammates. "Sit anywhere make yourself at home!" she called.

Abigail settled on the bleachers, setting her guitar case beside her and unwrapping the snack she hadn't finished earlier. From her spot, she had a clear view of the court. The players were already running drills fast breaks, passes, sprints and Megan slipped into the rotation like she hadn't missed a beat.

Abigail leaned forward, elbows on her knees, watching as Megan caught a pass and drove down the lane. Her movements were smooth, sharp, like every muscle knew exactly where it was supposed to be. When she leapt for a layup, Abigail actually let out a small whistle under her breath.

Damn.

"Your girl's got skills," a voice from a few rows back said. One of Megan's teammates still in warmups was sitting with her own water bottle. "She could do this in her sleep."

Abigail chuckled, eyes still fixed on Megan as she darted across the court to defend. "Yeah, I can see that."

The drills picked up intensity. Five-on-five scrimmages broke out, the sound of sneakers and shouts filling the air. Megan snagged a rebound, pivoted, and sent a crisp pass across the court that landed perfectly in her teammate's hands for a shot. She celebrated with a clap and a laugh before jogging back into position.

Abigail couldn't help but smile. Megan wasn't just good, she loved the game, and it showed in every move she made.

After nearly an hour, the whistle blew again, signaling the end of practice. Sweat clung to Megan's forehead as she jogged off the court, grabbing her water bottle and making her way toward Abigail on the bleachers.

"So," Megan asked, still catching her breath, "how'd I do?"

Abigail smirked, leaning back on her hands. "Not bad. You might actually be good at this basketball thing."

Megan laughed, throwing a towel over her shoulder. "High praise from the guitar goddess." She tilted her head toward the exit. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'll show you the best smoothie spot near campus you're basically required to try it after surviving your first practice-as-a-spectator."

Abigail grabbed her guitar case and stood, still smiling faintly as they walked out together. 

Abigail laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "You're always trying to bribe me with food."

"Not food—fuel," Megan corrected, grinning. "Big difference. Come on, you'll thank me later."

They strolled down the sidewalk, the late afternoon sun warm against their backs. When they got inside the smoothie shop, the air smelled sweet—bananas, berries, and honey blending together. Megan ordered something tropical with mango and pineapple, while Abigail went for strawberry and banana, simple but reliable.

They slid into a booth by the window, sipping their drinks. For a moment, it was quiet, just the sound of people blending shakes behind the counter and cars passing outside. Abigail tapped her straw against the side of her cup. "It feels good to just...sit," she admitted.

Megan tilted her head, watching her closely. "You've been running around a lot lately?"

"Classes, music, trying to figure things out," Abigail said with a half-shrug. "Sometimes it feels like there's never enough time."