Chris and Kamaal

Chapter 28: Work Hard,Play Hard (Part II)

Chris and Kamaal 2.5: Work Hard, Play Hard (Part II)

*Kamaal's POV*

It's only been an hour, and I'm already out of it. This dude is really tryin to kill us. If we're not runnin suicides, we're runnin laps, if we're not runnin, we're doin random basketball exercises. I'm sweating and partially winded until Coach Briggs blows his whistle.

"Aright gebtlemen, the fun part is over."

Fun part? When the fuck did we start havin fun? Somebody please let me know because I missed the memo.

"Line up single file behind the free throw mark shortest to tallest."

We all walk towards the free throw line and line up. Of course I would be right behind Jamal's tank head ass.  

'Before each of you leave, I want 20 successful free throws" Coach says as he blows his whistle

Free throws are my strong points in basketball, so I know this particular challenge will be easy for me. It's Jamal's turn to shoot, and he completely misses the net. How the hell could he miss that easy shot? After he misses his shot, he shakes his head and runs toward the back of the line. Coach Briggs hands me the ball. I dribble the ball a few times, position my body right, and make the shot. After the ball goes in the hoop, I go to the back of the line.

*Chris's POV*

After starting the show over 4 times in a row, the team finally gets it through their heads that I mean business. I stand in front of the team, making sure they execute every move perfectly.

"Stop right there. This is a precision step, meaning all of your movements must be precise. Your arms need to be sharp at all times. Run it again."

The team goes through it one more time and it turned out better.

"Continue with the show. Trey, start your step off." Tiara says

Trey starts his step slowly, while everyone anticipates to come in with him. It's almost time for everyone to come in, and Trey stops.

"Can I do something that will make this look better?"

"It's your step, do whatever you feel."

Trey starts his step over. He stomps, bringing his left leg up towards his chest, and making his arm movements bigger than what it was before. He lets out a scream, signaling everyone to come in after him.

"Did that look better?"

"Yeah it did. The slow movements made it look better. Keep it."

Trey shakes his head at Tiara and we continue the rest of practice.

*Kamaal's POV*

We are still shootin free throws and 3 people are sitting down. It's me, Jamal and a few other people left. Jamal has 14 free throw shots total, and I'm at 18. Two more and I'm free. Jamal goes for another shot, but fails epically. I swear, Shaq had a better free throw percentage than his ass. Coach calls him out on it.

"Carter!!! You keep making shots like that, you won't make it very far!!!

Some members of the team laugh at him, and I just shake my head. It's my turn to shoot, and again the ball goes in the hoop.

"Excellent shot Jacobs!!!

I think Coach is impressed with me so far. I make my last shot, and I hear Myra in the distance.

"Give me a K!! Give me an A!!! Give me an M!!! Give me a- KAMAAL HOW DO YOU SPELL YOUR NAME AGAIN?

I laugh my ass off and make my way to the rest of the guys who made all their free throw shots. 15 minutes later everyone else finishes their shots, and Coach blows that damn whistle again.

"Alright fellas, great job to all of you. Tomorrow we will go through more training and practice will be extended. Now exit my gym."

I make my way over to the bleachers where my backpack was. I grab it and my way out the gym. A nigga is sore from all this damn runnin, and I just wanna go home. As I'm leaving the gym, that fuck face Jamal come up to me.

"Just so you know, it's game on nigga."

He bumps me on my shoulder and makes his way past me. I wanted to grab him by his tank head and beat it against the wall. He wanna play, then we can play. This ain't a tryout to me anymore, it's war.

*Chris's POV*

We ran through this show about 6 times already. I want every move, every word, and everything else to be executed perfectly. I refuse to get on a bus and go to another school and make a fool of myself. Uh uh...not when I'm captain. We get finished with another step. As I'm locked up I'm my spot, I notice a few team members are out of breath.

"Keep it up y'all , don't slack off now!!!"

I'm glad Tiara is my co captain. She has the same attitude and drive that I do. Did I mention the girl is a beast when it comes to stepping? She steps with so much passion. We're on the last dance of the show and the team has a sudden burst of energy. We execute the dance and step off to the side of the cafeteria. I call everyone to attention, and they all gather around the middle of the floor. All you could see were team members sweating, hunched over trying to catch their breath, or leaning on each other. Our practice usually runs for three hours. We got so much completed today. 

"Great practice today everyone. There are some things that need work, but overall everything looks ok. Come to the next practice ready to work. Dismissed."

Everyone turns around, grabs their bags, and heads out the cafeteria.

"Great practice today Chris"

We say our goodbyes and make our way out the cafeteria.