Impossible

Ch. 14

MICA'S POV:

"PUSH, MICA, PUSH!"

I panted roughly while my coach screamed at me to jolt down the court. Today was our first scrimmage, only a few days into practice, but enough time for me to know the plays and incorporate them into the game. I had quite a few steals, as I had just stolen it and am now flying down the court for a layup.

No one on the other team is as quick as I am, so I can easily glide into my layup.

"Finish it!"

He yells, my hand releasing the ball and letting it bounce into the basket. The buzzer rings, the end of the fourth quarter arriving quicker than I'd thought.

I glance at the scoreboard- 71-7

I smile, proud of myself for the 46 points I scored, and my team for helping with assists and defense. We slap hands and say good job to the other team, Coach Evans placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Great game, Mica. This is a good preview of the season, keep it up."

He pats it once, then talks to the other players about how they played. I puff out air and wick the sweat away, my breaths finally catching up with me.

Once I've changed and grabbed my uniform, I jog to the bus and plug my headphones in.

My pre-game playlist comes on, me silently humming "23" by Miley Cyrus, Mike Will Made It, Juicy J, and Wiz Khalifa. This song works, I guess.

I nod my head to the beat, my headphones securely on my head. I was one of the first on the bus, so I kept my head low as the others passed by. A few people glanced at the empty spot beside me, but instead sat to the seat in front of me.

It's not that I don't have any friends, it's just that I prefer to sit alone. Basketball is the most important thing to me right now, and I will do anything to keep the dream of playing in college alive.

With my skills, you would think that I'd easily be able to make the team at a small college, but I dream big. I want to go to a big 10 school, like IU or Purdue, and continue my playing there. I have big dreams, and I plan on completing them.

"Hey Mica, can I sit here?"

I snap my head to the sudden interruption of my music, and look at the voice.

It's a freshman, one I haven't talked to before, so I rack my brain for her name.

I glance around and see that all the seats are taken, before replying

"Yeah, sure, uhhhh"

"Nicki"

She smiles.

She looks nice enough, so I slide my headphones down and start the conversation.

"You're a fresh, right?"

She looks at me, confused, before chuckling,

"Oh, yeah, I am !"

I smile and look out the window. A few minutes pass by before she speaks up once again,

"So. uh, how exactly did you get so good at basketball?"

A smile lights my face, I et this question a lot.

"Well, there's a guy, this guy made me mad, I expressed my anger with a basketball for many years, and wow look I can play"

She processes the information before laughing and shaking her head

"I like you, Mica"

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After another long busride, I'm finally dropped off at our high school and I shuffle to my car.

I have a shitload of homework to do, in tired from basketball, and damn I have finals in 3 weeks.

Fuck.

I turn the key in the ignition and rub my hands together, warming them up for the short 10 minute drive home.

I pull out of the lot, my small car zooming along with the large trucks at this late of an hour.

I turned on the radio, and Demons by Imagine Dragons echoes softly through the old speakers.

I smile, enjoying the soothing music after my game.

I sigh, letting my thoughts fill my head along with the lyrics.

I reminisce through the past few days, remembering my games, and then landing on the thought that's been troubling me for years.

Jason.

I don't know what's been with him lately, but It almost seems like he likes me? Is that as crazy as my heart tells it is? Why has he suddenly started liking-no. Acting, this way now? Why hasn't he liked me before? Why does he like me?

My brain clouds my eyes, and I hardly notice the red truck weaving drunkenly through the road ahead.

My eyes try to scan the road, making haste for my brain to catch up, and I notice the red truck swooning over to my lane.

I panic, he's getting closer and I know if I don't move we will crash. The truck rips down the road, edging towards my small car. I make a last second decision, jerking to the other side of the road and avoiding the ominent crash. I honk numerously, hoping to sober up the man who had nearly shoved me off the road. I pull over and look in my mirror, watching the red truck still weaving and swooning to each lane of the road.

"Stupid fuck"

I whisper to myself, reigniting my car and driving off.

I'm pissed at the carelessness some people have, but frightened that I was nearly in a crash. As I pull into my driveway, the adrenaline is still pumping through my blood, my gut clenching at the thought of the crash and the guilt I didn't stop the man.

What if someone else gets hurt? I was lucky to avoid it, but others may not. I shiver and clamber Inside.

I just need to brush this off, it's no big deal, I guess.

My bags are sloppily thrown to the floor, a few pencils scattering across the oak floor. I ignore it, and dig into my pantry, searching for my next feast.

I eat quickly, eager to shower off the panic and soreness my muscles feel.

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Once I've showered and thrown on a pair of sweats and a sports bra, I crash onto my bed and start all my sucky ass homework.

God I hate school, boys and basketball are the only plus.

"Too bad no boys like you"

My conscience reminds me.

I mentally flip it off and continue with my 70 problems of math.

An hour later I've finished, crashing onto my bed and falling into a deep slumber.

God, I need this.

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I'm sorry.

I've been so god damn lazy to write, and I realize how long it's been so I'm sorry guys haha!

Hope your still reading. x

Love you (: