She's Mine •| An India Westbrook Fanfic|• ✔️

Prologue
The hallway was packed. Everyone was either leaning against their lockers or crowded into a circle with their little cliques. I walked down the hall switching my hips a little and smirking. I might've been new but I wasn't shy.

A few heads turned and lustful stares landed on me. I just smiled,continuing to walk towards the gym. I walked up to a tall,light skinned guy with an Afro and asked for directions.

"Excuse me, do you know where I could find," I paused and looked at my schedule, "Gym B?"

He smiled, running his fingers through his fro and replied, "All the way down the hall to your left."

"Okay, thanks so much. This school is to confusing!" I thanked him, laughing.

"You'll get used to it. You must be new, I'm Jacob."

He held out his hand for me to shake it. I shook my head no, causing him to give me a puzzled look.

"I don't shake hands, I hug. Nice to meet you, Jacob, I'm India," I replied pulling him into a hug.

I heard him chuckle then felt his arms around me. I smiled. We hugged for about a second and then pulled away.

"See you around, India!"

I waved and headed towards the gym. I flipped my hair to the side as I stopped at the water fountain. Bending over to take a quick sip, I felt eyes on me. I stood straight up and turned around.

"Can I help y-" I stopped and bit my lip on accident. This man was fine!

He had a Carmel complexion and he was fit. And to top it all off, he was bare-chested and sweaty.

"Are you lost?" he asked, cuffing a basketball in his hand.

"N-no," I coughed and tried again, "No. My schedule says Gym B. This is gym B right?"

"Yes, but Gym B is for basketball players only and quite frankly, you don't strike me as a balla," he said rudely.

"What the fuck are you tryna say? All female basketball players supposed to big and ugly and gay?! Fuck outta here!"

I felt my cheeks beginning to burn, he had officially pissed me off.

"Ma, chill. I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to. What I meant was, you're to pretty to be a baller. Sorry."

I blushed a little. I was still mad but happy he thought I was pretty.

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked, smiling and giggling a little.

"Of course, ma. You're gorgeous. But you won't be so gorgeous if you don't get in there. Coach Parks don't play."

I nodded and ran into the gym. I was gonna enjoy this school.