Miami Heat

Chapter One

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It's the final quarter of game five in the NBA finals. There is only one minute left in the game. Heat is down by three points. It has been one of the most intense games that I have ever witnessed. Right when I thought that Heat had this game in the bag, the Spurs came right back with a steal, a rebound, and six more points. Now the game is at the most crucial point. If LeBron can make this shot we can go into over-time. He's got to do it.

"Shooooot!"

I look down to see who is yelling. About four rows from my suite, stands a girl screaming her lungs out. Around 5 foot 5 with long red hair. Not natural red, but the Ariana Grande type red. She looks vehement. I can see a tiny vein pop out on her neck as she yells. I smile to myself. I wonder if I look that intense while watching a game.

I hear the roar of the crowd as the final buzzer goes off. Lil Twist hits my arm while saying something in monotone. My attention zooms back to the court, I see the Miami Heat players all yelling and hugging each other. I look back up at the scoreboard.

Visitors: 99 Home: 102

Shit! I missed the end. Heat must of made six points while I was distracted. They must of stole the ball back from the Spurs after they made the first shot. If it weren't for that crazed girl... I look down to where she once stood. She is no longer there. Where did she go? My eyes scan the arena. People are scrambled around everywhere. They're trying to find their ways out before the traffic. I can no longer find her. Oh well.

"That's how it's done, baby!" Lil Za yells to no one in particular.

All the Heat players get onto a stage that has now been placed on the court. They all hold up an enormous trophy as the head coach begins to talk.

"That's how it's done boys!" The coach yells, "We played a hard game today, and we deserve this trophy. The Spurs were real good competitors. Was a close game..."

I turn to pick up my jacket, when I catch a glimpse of that girl again. Quickly throwing on my jacket, I zig zag through the swarm of people to head in her direction. I don't know why, but I just need to see her face. I want to talk to her. I don't know if it was love at first sight, but I can feel the butterflies. Although, maybe I'm just looking for my rebound girl. No pun intended.

I think I'm done with all the celebrity girls. Their heads are stuck up so far in their asses that they can't see. I thought Selena was different, but obviously she wasn't. Actually, I think it was Taylor that screwed up our relationship. Which I don't understand because Taylor and I used to be tight. Honestly, Taylor Swift is still stuck in high school. A post-famous high school.

Walking out of tunnel eleven, I see no sign of her. Looking around for her, hundreds of people circle past me making their way out of the arena. Flashes start to go off around me. My mind comes back to focus. I notice that I'm engrossed by paparazzi. I probably look like a lost puppy. I hear some people say "Looking good tonight Justin" or something of that matter. Tonight, the paparazzi isn't really harassing me with rude comments. Thank Christ. Ever since Selena and I finally ended it, for real, the paps have tried to give me as much shit as possible. In all honestly, I haven't done half the shit that they've been saying I've been doing. I never spit on my neighbor or my fans. Yeah, I was speeding down my road, but I drive a fucking Ferrari. If my neighbors had one they would race it too.