The Player Diaries

September 27, 2014

What's up, D?

I woke up early to drive Hannah to the airport. I plan to go back to sleep so I will make this update quick. 

Let me tell you first about the match yesterday. It was our first game of the season and it was against Pab High School. We were down by two points with only 12 seconds left on the clock. Coach Carter designed the play for me. I had to run to other side of the court with the help of three screens. I ran through the first two screens just fine but Pab High read the third so my other teammate received the inbound. I outran my guard and got the ball. Five seconds left. I dribbled to create distance beyond the arch. Three seconds left. I finally decided to take off but my guard was quick that I faked taking the shot. She took the bait and jumped. As she was landing, I threw the ball. Swoosh. It went in. 

We went straight to Hannah's place. It was her sendoff but she gladly accommodated the school's celebration for our win. 

I promised Hannah that my attention would be all hers and my ladies could wait. Hannah and I were killing the party with our dance moves. People were approaching us to either say goodbye to Hannah or to congratulate me. They knew we were brushing them off so they made the pleasantries quickly. It was the last night of my best friend in LA for f*ck's sake!  

Everybody was drinking but I had to be sober. I could not risk oversleeping--Hannah would have killed me if she missed her flight. So when this girl, still in a Pab High shirt, stormed into the party looking for me, I was fully aware. She was raging mad. When she found me, she said a few words about how conceited I was and how I cheated my way to winning--that included hitting her girlfriend on the face. But to my defense, it was an accident. I swear! 

She slapped me to everybody's surprise.

Even if everyone was drunk, someone still caught it on video. And the vines created from it are embarrassing asf--my haters have been very busy. They even thought she was my ex girlfriend. Well she could be. She is hot, honestly speaking! I could not help but admire that crazy girl. She's beautiful and brave. Her girlfriend is a lucky one.

So after the slapping, the party pretty much ended. I gave Hannah an old basketball jersey as a gift and some sincere speech. But she told me she already received the best gift--my public humiliation! She was just laughing at me but she told me to let it go. She even thinks it will work for my advantage. I still do not how that is possible.

Love,

Ally

PS Out of habit, I tried calling Hannah just now to tell her she is right.  Many Pab High girls have posted messages on my website apologizing on behalf of their school. They would like to make it up to me to clear Pab High's name. Such selfless girls doing a noble act of sacrifice! 

Of course Hannah was not able to answer. And it is just sinking in! Hannah did leave. I hope to find another straight girl who I will not dare f*ck and will lesbian up when I need a wingman. But then again, Hannah's accent was always a catch. I will definitely miss that one.

PPS Sophia said that the crazy girl's name is Stevie Boebi. And who's Sophia? She is the head cheerleader of Pab High. We just  scheduled our make out session later today. We are calling a truce.