Imagine This || Dolan Twins

Basketball || Ethan (pt. 2)

So many of you want me to write smut oml... #ded If you think I should comment anything (not 'anything' smh). I wanna see how many of you'd actually read it, lol.

unedited.. oops.
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I decided to stay at school until four thirty, when the game was scheduled to start.

I practiced my free throws, then moved onto my layups, paying special attention to my left hand.

"Where the hell have you been babe?"

I turned around to see Ethan walking fast paced towards me.

"I've been calling and texting nonstop."

"My bad babe," I pecked him on the lips as he passed me, heading toward our bench.

"My phone's in my bag. I've been here since hell ended."

"Right, well, thanks for giving me a heart attack. What if I got into a car accident or something? Or, or what if-"

"Hol, hold on. I'mma let you finish, but I just gotta say something. Are you bleeding?"

"No.." He seemed a bit confused.

"Are you in pain?"

"Uh, I don't think so.."

"Are you hurt in ANY way?"

"Well... no.."

"Then please, let me finish." I turned back toward the basket and made a jump shot, all net.

"And y/n for the three! Buzzer beater and game winning shot," I cupped my hands over my mouth, "'ahhh, ahh' the crowd goes WILD!"

"Alright hot shot, don't get yourself too worked up before the game. Save it for when the time comes, aight?"

"Mmhm." I rolled my eyes, going after my ball.

"That's five minutes on the bench, and you've lost your starting privileges."

"Suuure, don't start me if you want to. See if you'll get anything out of me tonight. Even if we do win."

"Okay, we'll just have to see." He smiled, eyes locked on mine as he walked out of the gym.

I shot at the basket, missing. I went to get my rebound and other kids from our school started filing in small groups at a time.

Soon enough, the whole team way there and we got into our layup lines.

I decided to sit down for a little while and wait until we were about to start. I didn't wanna waist all of my energy and have none left for the game.

It was down to the last minute of warm-ups when Ethan patted me on the back.

"I think you should get out there and get some shots in before you start. Don't wanna be all tight before we start, now do we." He shot me a semi-seductive look.

"That's what he said.." I left the bench.

"Where's my hug at?"

"I don't think my fellow bulldogs and possibly their parents would want to see a member of the team kiss their coach, let alone give that fuckboy a hug."

"True, true. Whatever. And I'm not a fuckboy."

"That's something a fuckboy would say!" I shouted back as I made my way into one of the three lines we had for our shooting drills.

Before I knew it, the timer buzzed and both teams made their way to their benches.

"Alright, starting. We've got my boo thang jumping, point guard. Then we've got 13 as our power forward, 21 our center, 7 our small forward, and 16 our shooting guard. Got it?"