I've Got Your Number

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JAYSON

Prefecturals. That time, I was aiming for the championship cup and the MVP award. Not for a chance at love. 

Prefecturals. It was when I first met her.

DAY ONE

“Fuck these stairs,” Myk cussed as we headed to our assigned room. He unhappily stubbed his toe on the next step. “Ah dammit. Fuck this world!”

I roll my eyes at him as he continued to curse someone else’s mother. Our team seemed to be having bad luck today. The day stared with a bang. Literally. It was 5 AM when our bus’s tire exploded a kilometer from our destination and the head coach insisted that, “Everyone, walk.” Exercise, the old man says. Like zombies, we all head quietly down the one-way road. The early morning quiet is bothersome.

It was when we finally reached the host school that the one kilometer distance was actually three and that “EVERYONE” happened to be just our basketball team. Those other lovely athletes managed to hitch a ride to the school and arrived not long after we did. We were probably too tired to notice why no one else was following us.

When we arrived, we get a very nice lecture from our official. The flight was delayed, but hey. Feel free to blame us for that too. We were immediately guided to the two rooms that we will be occupying in the school’s hotel. Twenty two teams occupied the entire building.

The rest were scattered in the dozens of other schools hosting them for the games. An hour after settling, we have breakfast. Another hour later, the team regained their good mood and started on pressing for a tour. 

“Come on, Cap.” Myk nudged Rhap, our team captain.

Myk’s an inch taller than I am – a large build with a military cut and dark blue eyes. He’s like of those con artists of WWE – in training. He’s half. Not half-homo kind of half. His dad was of different nationality but ran off the moment he found out his mother was pregnant. Don’t ever open up the subject regarding his parenthood, he’ll just pulverize you.

Myk scooted between Rhap and me and raised a knowing brow. “I hear there are lots of hot chicks round here.”

I glared at him. Rhap ignored him. Poor captain got the worst of the sermons earlier.

“Woah-oh.” Cam whistled. This one’s as tall as me, one level skinnier and an evil womanizer. “it would be best not to bring up that touchy subject.”

“Regarding chicks?” Dan asked.

“Hot ones.” Cam nodded.

“It’ll open up his so-called unwanted past.” Myk added.

I glared at the three of them as the rest of the team snickered. Idiots. But hey, touring the campus doesn’t immediately mean we’ll be hounding on college girls. Searching for the basketball court and practicing – that’s more like it. Rhap seemed to have been pondering on the idea as well as he scratched his chin.