I walk into school like I do everyday, and like every day I head to the Gym. It's not like I like anyone in there, I just like shooting some hoops. I walk in and the first person I see is the teacher. He stands by the gym door handing out basket balls for some strange reason. I pass by to grab one and he greets me.
"Hello young man."
"Hey Mr. B" I take the ball and dribble to the end of the court where nobody was, I lined my feet up along the 3 point line and shot.
'swish' another basket. I'm good, almost too good. Not many people were much of a challenge to me. Which was okay but sometimes practice got boring.
My mind wandered as I dribble the ball back to the free throw to make another shot. My mind wandered to her.
Of course it did, it usually does. She just cant seem to stay out of it. her long black hair that always seemed to get into her face as she was drawing. Her eyes seemed so distant and sad, I wanted to ask her what was wrong but I was afraid. Afraid of the answer. She seemed so distant from everyone and mostly kept to herself, sometimes she'd laugh and smile. But I knew it was fake. her smile didn't seem as cheerful as everyone else, It seemed hurt and close to tears.
My thoughts were interrupted by a teen boy who's face looked as fare as a new born baby's bottom. His black hair spiked up with gel, he had muscles, taunting all the women in the gym, seeming to be too big for his shirt.
"Hey shorty," He said, even though he was shorter than me he kept calling me that, "Want a rematch?" He knows he's going to lose, but for some odd reason he keeps coming back.
"Game on, Jake." I reply tossing him the ball, "You can go first." He takes the ball, everyone stops what they're doing to watch. Of course they do, The 'hottest' guy VS the most 'athletic' guy. Looks like it's full court. He went to the half court line, I stood in front of him, check the ball and got ready. I watched his hips.
He dribbled he took a step forward, then right, I swiftly took the ball from him and ran down the court dribbling. The crowd cheered. I did a lay up, got 2 points, 2-0. Once again we checked, he stepped, I stole and scored, 4-0. The next time I let him get one. 4-2. He check the ball after winking at one of the girls in the crowd. I had the ball, I walked forward, dribbling, He tried to the ball from me, I dodge sidestepping to the right, with him distracted I ran, and scored, 6-2.
I looked through the crowd for a moment, freezing when I saw the flip of her hair. She was leaving the gym. That meant, she was watching! Jake cleared his throat waiting for me to check the ball back to him.
We checked the ball and he tried to do a lay up around me but I blocked it and stole the ball, dribbling it to the 3 pointer to do a shot. I shoot and score.
9-2
He checked the ball back at me furiously. The crowd cheered excitedly. It was close to the bell ringing.
I bounce it back distracted. Jake takes advantage of this and goes to the free throw trying to line up to make a shot. I block the shot and dribble to the 3 pointer to shoot again. This time thought, Jake puts his hand up to block it. Although I'm taller its more of an annoyance than anything. I still shoot and make the basket. Finishing the game at a fair 12-2.
As soon as the ball makes it through the net with a swoosh, the bell rings. Echoing throughout the gym. Jake passes by me aggressively taking the ball and putting it up. he still shook my hand and congratulated me on a good game.
Good game in his standards. for me it was child's play. But hey, at least she was watching. even for a little bit, it made me want to show off. Why?
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