Deal. {Ashton Irwin}

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

The siren blasts through the air coursing everyone to fall quiet.

All eyes are on me, nobody makes a move, it's like time is frozen. I take a slow breath in and release it.

The court is dimly lit but the hoop is easily visible. I stretch my fingers over the ball, I lock my eyes on the circular ring.

I bent my knees and brought the ball to the side of my face, with one eye taking aim.

In a quick movement I jump into the air and use all the power of upper body to force the ball towards the goal.

Everything is focused on this shot, this one last shot to finish the season, to create the world wide winner of the NBA.

The pressure of this shot is overwhelming and if this misses everything my team and I trained for goes completely down the drain.

The ball travels through the air like a plane finally hitting maximum speed. It crashes into the white square like I aimed. A flutter of butterflies ignite in my stomach as the ball swishing into the hoop before landing against the court vibrating the Earth.

Screams sing through my ears and my feet get lifted into the air. I smile as the shinning trophy gets lifted up in front of me. I hold it tight and lift it up into the air as the screams increase.

"THEY DID IT! CASSIE IS THE NBA BASKETBALL STAR!" A voice echoes over the volume of the screams.

A siren goes off again, but repeats over and over and over and over.

I groan as I slam my hand against the off button on my alarm.

Course it was a dream. I sign before I realise what I'm waking up for.

I jump out of my rather shitty single bed, it screeching at the movement of weight. Which unfortunately courses motion from the bed a metre away.

A loud croaky sound comes from the bed.

"Sorry," I apologise quietly.

I wouldn't have to apologise if I had my own room, or even apartment.

I sleep in a dorm, with the fabulous plastic tart, Jasmine. She is known as one of the 'perfect' girls on campus. But in my eyes, they're just fake and stuck up.

"Be quiet." She hisses, her face covered by her dyed light blonde hair.

I bit my lip as I collect the pile of clothes I placed the night before. I'm not a morning person, well maybe more nicer then the messy-hair fart in the bed beside me, but I'd prefer a sleep in.

I undress rather quickly and slip on the casual clothes I had planed for today.

Today is my first day at the UFG, which is University For the Gifted. It's a school for the students who are amazingly gifted , it helps improve talents from singing, dancing to arts and photography and for varies athletes also. That why I'm here. Living out my dream to become a professional basketball player, like my dad. My dad inspired me to go down this road, and since he passed away 4 years ago, I'm doing this for him.

I brush my shiny brown hair that reaches just past my shoulders. I pull it up into a bun. I don't try very hard to make myself presentable, unlike my fellow roomy. I hank my bag over my shoulder that I packed the night before also. I hold a few textbooks in my hand that were unlikely going to fit in my already heavy backpack. I slip into my already laced up shoes and I'm ready to go.

I take one last look at the motionless body curled up in the thick blankets.

"If you want to layer your face with worthless crap, I strongly advise you to get up now." I comment, doing it for her sake. But she just mimics my last few words in a voice that sounds childish.