Imagine This || Dolan Twins

Basketball || Ethan (Pt. 1)

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(Backstory: y/n is 18 in her senior year, and Ethan is 19 because he graduated the year before and became their basketball coach because no one else was available ;))
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Your POV
"... and remember, the chain is only as strong as it's weakest link. When the going gets tough,"

"THE TOUGH GET GOIN'!"

"Alright ladies, let me see some hustle!"

I heard Ethan barking his orders as I ran into the gym, late for practice once again.

"Sorry I'm late, Coach."

Everyone else started getting into their layup lines as I put down my bag and sat down to put on my shoes.

"You're the team captain y/n, get your head in the game," he said sternly, but couldn't help but soften into a smile.

"Get your high school musical ass outta here boii." I finished tying my shoes and stood up.

"Hey, I make team players, not potty mouths."

"Guys don't make players at all. If anything, that's a woman's job." I grab my basketball and begin to work on my dribbling.

"Says who?" He stands in front of me, smiling.

"Said my mother, when I came out of her vagina." He couldn't help but laugh, making me laugh a bit too.

"Ooh, bars. Now get to practicin' loser. You need it."

Even though I'm the best player on the team...

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I switched hands, hustling onto the court to join one of my teammates who didn't have a partner.

"Man, your boyfriend's tough."

"Nah, he's just egotistic as fuck." I laughed. "Gotta love him though."

**End Practice**

"Alright ladies, that was one of the best practices we've ever had." He paced around as he spoke, hands behind his back.

"I think we're ready for tomorrow night's big game- Rebecca, will you STOP staring at me?"

We all turned to look at Bench Warmer Becky, who somehow made the team, as we started laughing under our breaths.

How can she even dribble with those long ass acrylics though? Like, how do you even wipe yo ASS fam? Wanna be black soo bad. {(I can say this.. because I'm 50%. so before you roast me, ask yourself if you've come prepared bc boii.. KNOW I WILL ROAST YO ASS BACK. (yoncè: Carry on..)}

But since we didn't have a cheerleading squad this year, this was her 'best bet'.

"Hashtag sorry not sorry.." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Anyway, as I was saying, we should be more than prepared for tomorrow night's game. We haven't won a game in about three years, so hopefully this is our chance at redemption."

"You actually think we have a chance at winning this thing?" One of my friends asked.

"All we can do is hope for the best right now. But as long as we keep that post game up, that defense at an all time high, and those jumpers spot on every time, we might stand a change against Marist."

"Okay girls, let's bring it in! Last practice of some of our high school careers let's go!" We started forming the huddle and put our fists in the air.

"Bulldogs on three!"

"ONE- TWO- THREE- BULLDOGS!!"

"I had better see everyone on time at tomorrow's game." He directed it at me, knowingly.

He turned around and looked at me, repeating his words.

"On time, at tomorrow's game. Got it?"

"Got it," everyone mumbled.

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, going back to my bag.

Everyone had cleared the gym and I was waiting for Ethan to change.. Even though I'm the one who smells like yesterday.

"Ethan! Hurry up!" I banged on the guy's locker room door.

I walked back into the gym, grabbing my basketball shoes and smelling them.

"Gah damn.. These boiis need to be washed."

"Damn right." I jumped, my shoes flying up the bleachers.

"Fuck you scared me." I punched him in the arm.

"Ow, you wanna be benched tomorrow, don't you?"

"Bench me and we lose, just saying." I hopped up onto the bleachers and grabbed my shoes, twerking for not even a second before I stepped down.

"HEY. No gyrating. Save it for my house." He winked, taking his phone out of his bookbag.

"Don't get yourself too excited. I've gotta go home and shower. And sleep. And find food. And Kylie wants me to watch RiceGum on YouTube."

"Awh, I was hoping you could just sleep over. Tell your parents you're staying at y/bf/n's house." He grabbed my waist and held my gaze.

"Yeah no. I smell, now c'mon. I gotta go shower."

He pecked my lips, once. Twice. Three times. Then he went for my neck, where I quickly wriggled out of his grip.

"Hell nah boy, miss me with that neck shit. Fuck you mean? Fuck outta here, fuckboii!"

**Next Day @ Championship Game**

To Be Continued...

A/N: y'all, go read Abandoning Princesses and vote on it. I'll post the next part of this imagine once the whole story has at least 100 votes ❤

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❤✌- Ya Gurl Kenya