| | Chapter dedicated to Blinded_By_Reality | |
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{Lindsay Lohan as Jazz Creek~above}
Yay! Update! ;D lol.
*note that all my character choices' images are taken on a certain date to match the character's age. <3
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*Friday*
*Scott's POV*
"Hey, Jazzy." I said, giving Jazz a quick peck on the cheek- it was almost a kiss, just to be teasing. I gave her a momentary onceover and returned my attention to the court. I had realised that Jazz was wearing a shorter skirt than yesterday and was chatting breathlessly with Mint and Chase. God, how could she even talk that much?
A few players were having a practice match and I immediately spotted Zella, scoring a three-pointer at that exact moment. What a coincidence I was looking her way at that same time.
Wow, so the nerd can shoot. Damn.
The rest of the boys were still practicing on the other court, but I had made an excuse to say hi to Jazz. If I acted more romantic towards her, she wouldn't dream of me falling for someone like Zella. How I wished I could go back to those days when Zella was always there- walking beside me, talking to me, laughing with me...
"Oi, Justin!" I heard Coach Su bellow from the other court, calling me by my well-known nickname. Justin meant as in the Justin, a.k.a. Justin Bieber, a guy I would rather not be compared with. Apparently, the whole school was hung up on me becoming the future JB #2.
No, thank you. I'd rather not end up looking like a guy with what looks to be amputated lips. That guy could be a girl posing as a guy, for all I know.
Coach Su had a nickname for almost everyone, Zella's was 'glasses' which really suited her since she was the first girl in the school basketball team to have worn glasses. Come to think of it, I loved her glasses, for some crazy reason. I guessed that she never realised this even though I kept asking to wear them.
After practices were over, it suddenly hit me that Jazz was supposed to be playing, but hadn't been in her kit or practicing. She was probably expecting me to ask about it.
"Jazzy, why weren't you playing?" I asked sweetly, wrapping an arm around her small waist.
"I was super-tired this morning," she answered lazily, but I couldn't care less.
I bid her goodbye, swung my sports bag over my shoulder and made my way to the changing rooms. Before I knew what I was doing, I turned my head and my eyes scanned the crowds for a certain dark-haired cutie.
God, that girl's gonna be the death of you, Scott.
Before going into the boys' changing room to change, I hung around at the doorway with Max.
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Bench Players (ON HIATUS)
Ficção Adolescente*Currently on hiatus. One day, will be rewritten and completed* // It was Zella's first time being captain after playing on the team for three years, whereas Scott had been a respected player and repeated captain for as long as he could remember. ...
