It All Started With A Basketball

Chapter 4 - The Game

Why...
Why would he want to help me? Does he feel pity for me? Or is he being sincere? He could've asked for money, or a personal servant. But something that, in a way, benefits me too?
I shook away the thoughts. The reason why didn't matter since I'm going to crush him.
Not literally, of course.
"You ready cupcake?" He states with a playful grin.
"Yeah. You can check it." I toss him the ball. He bounces it to me and I bounce it back. Then, we began playing.
Okay I have to admit, he is really good.

But that doesn't mean I can't beat him, because I'm better.
And not to brag but I'm doing a great job at blocking him and he hasn't attempted to shoot the ball.

Now this shows that I'm actually smarter because he thought he could make me think that he's turning left, but turns right.
I know that trick like the back of my hand, since I use it myself.
So he's taken back when I knock the ball from his hand, and grab it as it bounces on the floor. I quickly hear footsteps behind me trying to block me but being as smooth as I am,

Cue dramatic hair flip

I dribble the ball away from him and run past him and focus my gaze on the net. I didn't hear anything trying to block me, so I took a chance and angled my position to shoot the ball from an angle as well.
The ball bounced off the backboard and into the basket perfectly.

One point down

"Come on Brando, get a grip." I smirk at him while he gets the rebound.
"It's not Brando, it's Brandon. And that shot was just lucky." He teased me. I can't believe that he thought that was just luck.
"Yeah if it was so lucky, why didn't you even try and stop me?" I say getting behind the rebound line as I waited for him to check the ball to me.
"I'll be waiting for when you need a shoulder to cry on when you lose cupcake. Remember that." He winks at me before ruffling his hair with his hands.
Woah his hair... It looks so fluffy. No, stop Lindsay. You aren't getting distracted by the enemy; that's what he wants. Stop it, think about the ball. Think about how he messed up your Jordan's. Get upset.

I'm getting tired of the nickname "cupcake". It's irrelevant and I don't know how he came up with that nickname for a girl he didn't even know.

He, once again, bounced the ball to me as I bounced it back. He went near the net. I tried to snatch the ball from him, but he faced with his back to me and stuck his left arm out so I couldn't reach it.
Brandon tossed the ball up with ease and it landed straight into the hoop.
He smirked. I just rolled my eyes, knowing what he was thinking. His squad members cheered.

It was my turn with the ball. I dribbled it up and down. I sped around Brandon as he swatted his hand, almost touching the basketball. I attempted a hook shot, but as I pushed off my feet, the ballet shoes were no help and the ball bounced off the rim. It landed in Brandon's hands and he got a clear shot into the basket.
"Ready to give up cupcake?" He smirked.
"In your dreams." I retorted.

Why did he have to ruin my Jordan's? It could've been my boots or even my hair for all I care! But not my precious Jordan's! I would've made that shot if I was wearing them.

A couple more points were scored and the score was 5 to 3. Brandon having 5 and me trailing behind with 3.

If only he hadn't ruined my shoes and basketball. This ball is so deflated.

Brandon started with the basketball. He had ran around me and then did something that I thought was stupid, but you know he probably just wanted to show off. He bounced the ball in between his legs giving me an easy opportunity to take it from him; which I did. I went inside the circle when suddenly I stumbled over, forgetting to dribble the ball.
"Traveling, my ball." Brandon said, his arms out waiting for me to hand him the basketball. I was about to do so when something came to my realization.
"You're the one who tripped me!"
"And you're the one who held the ball."
"You're cheating!"
He put his hands over his heart, mouth wide open
"I would never do such a thing!" He dramatically/sarcastically stated.
"Ugh." I shoved the ball as I handed it to him, causing him to move back an inch. He chuckled.
"Ya know cupcake, you're cute when you're mad." He grinned.
"Well I'm about to be adorable if you don't continue playing the game fairly."
"I'd like to see that." He winked. I glared at him.
"Okay fine, I won't make you mad... For now."