The Final Season

Chapter 5

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Chapter Five


I walked into the stadium with a smug expression on my face. I had my keys in my hand twirling them around and looking at the girls already on the turf through my sunglasses. They all looked at me smirking, knowing what was coming next. They all knew my love for the Miami Heat, I was one of those fans who screamed at their television and at anyone who came into the room if their team was losing. And bragged to them while they were winning.

I was wearing my Wade t-shirt right now since he was my favorite player and I wanted to rub the Heat winning the Championship in Davis' face. He hated the Heat and most of all LeBron. He called him a traitor and what not. He was a Knicks fan, well actually a Carmelo so if LeBron is a traitor, Melo should be considered one too. Something I always pointed out to Davis, but he just ignored me and continued to praise Melo and bash LeBron and the Heat. So when the Knicks lost after the first round, I made sure to let him know how funny I thought that was, and I guess he didn't find that funny.

So basically, a couple days ago the Miami Heat beat the Spurs in game 7 and I was probably blowing up all of my social network sites, but I really didn't care. My friends would always tweet me complaining about how I only tweet about sports, yeah yeah yeah, unfollow me then. When the Heat won I made sure to run around my house and tell my whole family, ignoring the fact that it was almost midnight. My parents didn't appreciate me waking them up just to tell them about some "stupid game" but I didn't care. I then proceeded to text all of the girls on the team, not that they really watched basketball, but they found it amusing because of Davis. 

Speaking of the devil, he was speaking to Olly and our football team's coach. The football team still had practice going on at the moment, so we were sitting in an area on the turf getting ready for our practice that would start in half an hour. I walked up to the trio with a big grin on my face and an extra hop in my step. "Hello." I said in an excited voice as I held my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. "How are you lovely gentlemen doing on this fine day?" I asked and Davis narrowed his eyes in my direction.

"Good Iris how are you?" Coach Pierce asked. He was an older guy with thin greying hair, and usually always had a baseball cap on. He was also a gym teacher at the school and he was mine for the past years so I knew him well, and he grew on me. Some people said he was intimidating and strict, but  times when I forgot my stuff or just didn't feel like changing, instead of making me go to some boring room for the whole block, he let me stay in the gym and talk with him.

"Oh I am great." I said offering them a cheeky grin, "This heat is just getting to me ya know?" I asked and then discreetly looked over at Davis who continued to look at me suspisciously. I think he knew where this was going, I mean come on, the guy has known me for three full years not to know what my tactics were.

"Oh yeah, the heat is getting to everybody." Pierce said completely oblivious to the fact that the only heat I really wanted to the talk about was the one that kicked the Spurs' ass. 

"Speaking of heat, how about Miami huh?" I asked looking over to Davis. "Back to back champions, tough to do, but they did it." I said giving him an innocent smile. 

"Yeah I bet it was tough for them to pay off those refs." He said and I scoffed. If I had a dollar every time somebody claimed that the refs were favoring Miami. If you actually watched the game and saw how many calls they didn't make you would see that that wasn't the case at all. Davis was just a sore loser and he looked for any loop hole or excuse that he could use against a team he didn't like. Just admit the Heat are awesome Davis, it's okay we won't judge you. "Besides, who were the champions this year in Barclay's Premier League?" He asked with a smirk and I scowled at him.