Basketball Boy (ON HOLD)

Eva Hunter

Henry yelled from behind me, "Hey, Aaron!"

I turned around. Henry ran towards me. His blonde curls danced on his head. Henry was very tall and lanky, but he wasn't as skinny as you would think. He was skinny, it just wasn't defined like other "skinny" people.

I made no effort to make the distance he had to run shorter. He caught up to me, "The guys are hitting the diner. You wanna come?"

I shook my head, "Nah. I'd rather not get high with a bunch of jocks."

He smacked my arm in a playful way, "Come on, man. It's not like that. I hear the cheerleaders are coming with."

"Tempting, but no. I am not putting my life to waste by getting arrested."

Henry ran his fingers through his hair. I frowned. That did absolutely nothing. He had REALLY curly hair. It was sort of like an afro. He always trimmed it, so it wouldn't cover up his light brown eyes. He had tons of acne, and a straggly beard. It made him look like a pedophile.

"Fine, but you're missing out, dude." Henry jogged back to the team.

Even standing next to Rick, a 5'10 beast, Henry looked like a giant. That kid must drink a gallon of milk everyday. 

I almost puked in digust when Claire, Rick's girlfriend, took off her shirt in excitement. Like really? We win championship every year. What's so different, now?

I started walking again, before I walked over to her and threw her in a trashcan. I know; sounds harsh. But she belonged there if she doesn't have respect for her own body. I doubt I could pick her up anyway; her boobs would probably act like weights, and bring me down too.

I laughed aloud at my thought. Oh, Aaron, you're so funny.

I saw a bus station nearby. I checked my wallet for money. Maybe, I didn't have to walk home after all. Nope, not enough money. I sighed. 

I muttered, "Stupid wallet can't even give me money for a bus ride."

I tripped over something, and nearly fell. I turned to see what I tripped over; a huge ass rock. Are you kidding me? I should really watch where I'm going. 

It was my hair's fault. It just had to be dark brown and cover up my eyes. Stupid Justin Bieber hair isn't good for shit. I brushed it off to the side. I guess it looked black more than it looked brown. That's how dark it is.

I laughed again. I don't even know what color my hair is! At least I know what color my eyes are. . . Do I? It's green. No,wait, it's blue. I shook my head. It's a dark green, I'm positive.

I felt like I forgot who I was. Wait, who am I? Aaron. Oh, right. Aaron. Yeah. What a sad life.

"Dean." someone said behind me.

I turned around. A girl was staring directly at me. I turned around. There are some crazy people in this world.

"That was his name." The girl said again.

I turned around. I pointed to my chest, "Are you talking to me?"

She nodded, "That kid you were calling Little Timmy. His name was Dean."

"Oh, that's great." I turned around again, and started to walk a bit faster.

"And it's his brother."

I whipped my head around, "What are you talking about?"

"It's not his dad. His older brother is the one pushing him to be better."

"Listen. I don't know who you are, and I couldn't care less about him." I turned around again in hopes that she would leave me alone.

"My name is Eva Hunter, and I am the daughter of Chase and Karen Hunter. There, now you know who I am."

"Go away." I muttered.

"You were wrong."

Now I was angry. I walked up to her, "You don't know a thing about me! Don't you dare say I was wrong about something!"

She wasn't scared at all, "I know your name is Aaron. I know that you've been living with your dad since the divorce. I know your favorite color is white. I know that . . ."

I cut her off, "Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. How do you know that stuff? Do you stalk me or something?"

She shrugged, "I just know the game." She smiled, and walked ahead of me.

I caught up to her, "What's your deal? Why are you so interested in me? Do you have a major crush or something?"

She stopped walking and turned to me, "I want to help you. I'll explain everything when we get to your house."