Derrick's POV
"Hey Derrick" the captain of the team said.
"Hey" I replied.
"You ready for practice?"
"I'm always ready for practice" I smiled.
"Good..." he smiled them he walked over to a group of guy on the team.
I was first in the gym so I started warming up. I really like basketball, it's my way of getting away from my thoughts and stuff like that.
During practice we did at least 10 different drills. It was fun until the last drill.
It was 11 Man. It's like a three on 2 situation and I if defense gets the rebound they pass to the outlet on either side of the court the it's another 3 on 2 situation, it repeats.
Coach wanted me to have the ball first and Jared, the capptain, was on ball defense.
I didn't mind him guarding me cause he's slow on defense.
I saw an open lane to the basket and I took it. I got the layup but Jared pushed me and I guess I landed on my knee wrong. It's not like I fell but when I came down and my feet hit the floor it started hurting bad.
I ignored the pain cause I like this drill. It was over after I played five more times and that was the end of practice.
I changed and started to head to my car that my dad got me about a week and a half ago. I was a little scared to drive it cause it was dark outside with it being fall and daylight savings is over.
I unlocked the doors and before I got in the same group of guys including the captain were standing in front of me.
"Hey... what's going on guys?" I said nervously.
They didn't say anything.
They just started hitting me...
Nadia's POVI've been waiting g on Derrick to get here. It's 7:18 and practice ended at 7:00. I tried calling him but he didn't answer, I thought that was weird because he always answers his phone period.
I texted him too but he didn't answer. By 7:40 I was nervous.
I got up and put some shoes on, grabbed my keys and left. I was almost panicking cause Derrick is my all time best friend.
The one thing that made stuff worse was I was catching all the red lights in the world.
I finally got into the school student parking lot and his car was the only car there. I parked next to his car and got out running to the other side of his car to see him on the ground unconscious.
I freaked out. I ran back to my car and got my phone.
"Derrick wake up" I said tapping his face.
No answer.
I dialed 911 and waited for them to pick up.
By the time they answered I was in tears.
I explained to them what I could get out.
The paramedics were there in 10 minutes. I got in the back of the ambulance with Derrick, fuck my car.
What I saw outside in the dark was much better in the dark. He looked like he got jumped. His shirt was torn, his face was bloody and he was still unresponsive.
They said he was barely breathing. And I found myself holding his hand the whole way there, even for as far as I could go without being stopped in the hospital. After they stopped me they told me to wait in the waiting room.
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RomantizmA guy named Derrick plays Varsity basketball. He's really good at it too, he thinks he has a lot of friends, a lot of girls and more. The thing is, he's a little mentally challenged. He struggles to realize that the basketball team is actually again...