My Everything

Drama already!?

Heaven's POV:
  As I am walking to my English class, I see a bright green flyer on the wall that reads:
                                 GIRL'S BASKETBALL
                                   TRYOUTS TODAY
                                      AFTER SCHOOL!
                                                  3:00 P.M.

I stand there for a few seconds thinking if I should try out with Ashley.
I then hear, "Are you thinking about trying out?", in a deep, rather sexy, voice. I turn around to see who that unfamiliar voice belonged to, when I am met with the most sexiest eyes I have ever seen. They were almost silver but gray, I got lost in them for a moment. "... Hello?", He states, pulling me out of my thoughts and his deep misty eyes. " Oh.. Huh?.. Um... I don't really... Know, if I should." I said, stammering over every word! Get it together Heaven! "Oh, well you should. We could use a couple more girls. Plus, you look like you play." He states.
 
"How so?" I ask, curiously. " I don't know... You just... Do? I guess?" He said, questioningly. "OK?" I say, feeling a bit awkward now.
"Oh, sorry, um.. I'm Liam, by the way." He tells me while sticking out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Heaven Johnson." I tell him, shaking his hand. "That's a lovely name, Heaven." I instantly blush as I hear his compliment. I try to hide it by turning my head, but I fail, miserably. "Thank you." I hear him chuckle and I blush even more of embarrassment, if possible.

I soon notice that the halls are now empty. I didn't even hear the bell ring! Shit! I'm late now. Great, JUST great. "Um, I should probably get to class now, I'm already late." I say, putting the flyer in my bag now. "Oh! Yea, I didn't notice the time, sorry for holding you up."  " That's OK. " I lie, because I am one to always be on time for class. "Um, I hope to see you on the court this year. Think about it. See you ' round." He says, walking  the opposite way  and waving. "Bye." I say, and walk myself to my English class. Thankfully, the teacher didn't mind that I was late, only because it was the first day of school.

The class goes by rather quickly, and I have Trigonometry next with Ashley. Yay! I won't be alone now. I walk in and see Ashley sitting in the back, with an empty seat next to her, which is for me, of course.
"Hey, how was first period?" She asks. "It was OK, but I was late. The teacher didn't mind, though. How was yours?" I tell her, nonchalantly.
"It was alright, not too boring but miss bitchy is in that class with me, along with this one," She says while pointing to Emily. Ugh! Great! Just what I needed! "And why were you late first period?" She asked, curiously. "I ran into this guy while I was looking at a basketball tryout flyer. His name was Liam." Ashley's face then lights up in excitement. "Ohh was he cute? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" She almost shouts. "Shhhh! And yes, he was cute I guess. He was suggesting that I try out for the team, he says I looked like I played ball. He also said my name was lovely." I soon regret telling her that now, because she then screams in excitement, making everyone's head turn towards us, the classroom now silent. "Sorry, she's crazy." I explain to everyone as I cover Ashley's mouth with my hand. Then, when everybody averts their attention from us, I whisper - yell, "Be quiet! Are seriously out of your mind!?" She looks at me with a goofy grin on her face, "No, I'm just excited. That's all." I glare at her, "Obviously, even Africa heard you scream! And your excited for nothing, it's not like he's my boyfriend."

"That's exactly why I'm excited, because you have a boyfriend now!" Omg, this girl is really insane. "Did I or did I  NOT literally just say that he wasn't my boyfriend?" I ask her, getting annoyed now. She is legit ridiculous. "Are you deaf? 'Cuz I'm sure you're not." But before she can answer the teacher walks in, finally. "Good morning, students, I am Mr. Larsen. Please open your notebooks and solve this problem I put on the board." I look up to the board to see the problem. I finish it in less than a minute. What can I say? I'm good at math. I raise my hand and the teacher calls on me for the answer, "The answer is 12m to the third power." I stated proudly. "That is correct, Ms. Johnson." He states while scribbling something on a note pad, probably my grade. "Pfft, I never knew bitches were smart." I then hear, right before the class erupts in laughter. I turn my head next to me and see Emily with an evil smirk on her face. Then, I spit back, annoyed, " Oh really? Well then, I guess I you're not a bitch then, if bitches are smart. I guess you're more of a whore." I tell her nonchalantly because I wasn't fazed by her statement. I once again hear a rupture of ' ohhhhhs ' from the class and laughs too. Then Emily crosses her arms angrily and slouches in her chair. I couldn't help but say, "Oh darling, you don't faze me and didn't mommy ever tell you it wasn't good to slouch?" I ask innocently, and the class laughs again. She then looks at me in horror as if I just stabbed her. Ha, drama queen. "Alright, that's enough, you two! Let's get back to work, now." I then turn around in my seat triumphantly and Ashley gives me a high five and says "Good one."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After school ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Let's hope this goes well." I state to Ashley, as we are now walking into the gymnasium for tryouts. "Come on girls, your late!" The coach, Ms. Webster, yells at us. We walk faster, afraid that she will yell at us again. "Alright girls! We're gonna start with suicides! Go!" After about ten minutes of that she asks us to show her dribbles, shots, and layups; To see how good we are. "Alright! That's time girls! Good job! You'll know who mad the team by Wednesday! You're dismissed!" Finally! After an hour and a half of drills, we are done. Now all I can do is hope that Ashley and I make this team. "Oh my god! I cannot wait to go home and lay down! I am so tired!" Ashley yells exhaustedly. I sigh and nod in agreement. I am too, very exhausted from both, today in school and tryouts.

Before I know it, I am bursting through my bedroom door, plopping down face first on my bed. I soon feel my eyelids get heavy, and I am out like a light.