Dreaming On - Kuroko no Basket

Run-In With Regret

A/N: So I totally decided to upload this during my bio2 lecture because I had finally finished typing it and was like, "You know what? Since the last chapter was kinda horrible, I'm going to upload this one to make up for the last one!" So here it is! Hopefully, I'll get more views, votes, and comments on this chapter too! Let me know what you guys think!

And how was everyone's Thanksgiving break?? :D

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            "You're actually not bad for a girl!" Michael laughed, patting my shoulder. I shot him a glare, silently daring him to make another comment about my gender.

"So? What's being a girl have to do with playing basketball?" I grunted, narrowing my eyes at him. His basketball friends snickered behind their hands, running back to restart another round.

"Nothing! Nothing! I was just making a comment, sheesh," my dancing partner exclaimed, holding both hands out in peace. I rolled my eyes in response and jogged back to my side of the court. Lifting the hem of my red tank top, I used it to wipe away the sweat rolling down my neck. Being the shortest player in the public basketball tournament, Michael and his friends appointed me as their point guard, much to my chagrin.

At least Michael had remembered me saying that I played back in Japan, which resulted him in asking me to play as a member of their makeshift team for a street-ball tournament. Liam, Sam, and Kyle were the other three players – all of them being older than me. The three of them went to the same high school as Michael as second years.

"10 – 52!" The unofficial referee called out, bringing our attentions to him. "Five minutes left!"

Michael turned towards me with a Cheshire grin on his lips, "Let's finish them off." I felt my own lips curl upwards as I rotated my neck, hearing the distinct 'pops'.

"Gladly."

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"Dayyyy-um!" Sam crowed gleefully, throwing a sweaty arm around my neck. "We killed that team!" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, not bothering to correct that statement. More like Michael, Kyle, Liam, and I defeated them. You did nothing but wave your arms around.

Liam seemed to have read my mind for he chuckled and responded to Sam. "You didn't do jack. Mimi did most of the scoring anyways. Speaking of which –" Liam turned to face me as we continued down the street to grab ice cream, "–where did you learn how to play? Your style's a bit different, but it's a really nice one. It's a mix, but I'm not sure of what style."

Kyle, Michael and Sam nodded their heads, agreeing with Liam. I sheepishly scratched the back of my head.

"Ehh, I've been playing since I was a kid. My older brother and his friends actually taught me. Let's see..." I mused, trying to explain it to the boys. "I used to play in America up until I finished middle school here. I was scouted by the WNBA after they saw all of my games back in junior high – I mean, eighth grade." I quickly corrected myself on my use of the Japanese method of naming schools. I continued to walk, not noticing that they had fallen behind. As I turned my head to the side to ask a question, I finally realized that I was walking alone.

"Guys?" I craned my head around and saw them standing some ways behind me with their jaws dropped down.

"Err...what's up?"

"What's up?!" Michael sputtered, "'what's up' is that you were scouted by the WNBA! The WNBA, I tell you!"

I awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of my head. "I mean, it's not that big of a deal anymore since I kinda turned their offer down?" My voice squeaked at the end when the four of them shoved their faces up into my space.