Basketball season was here. Since Ivy Henson was in 8th grade, she supported the league. She played but not in school, there was no way she'd embarrass herself. Yeah , the girl's basketball team sucked. The boy's team on the other hand, were lit.
The last two years they went to states. The first year, they brought home the trophy and ring. Last year they made it but weren't able to finish due to one of the seniors having a severe injury that put him out before playoffs. It was a struggle for the teams and the did the best they could. Their rival West Springs Hawks definitely been tryna break their streak especially this year.
This week was survivor week, to see who would make the team and who'd be know to try our next year. Ivy opened her locker to retrieve her first two books of the day. Physics and Hamlet; science and English. Of course standing around were some of her fellow peers.
"Yo, you heard about who's been coming to conditioning and tryouts for the boys basketball?"
"Who?"
"Kazuma Garnett, from Kent-Norman."
"I know you ain't talking about the one who racked up 1,000 points his junior year."
"Yeah, that's him. He's starting here today."
Ivy payed little mind to the conversation as she made her way to her first class. But she didn't know that when she spent most of her time eavesdropping to her classmates conversation that the tardy bell was close to ringing.
She quickly turned on the science hall trying not to get there late. Unfortunately she came in contact with a very buff body. The only good out come was that the person that age ran into caught her before she had fallen. Ivy stood on her feet ready to ask what big headed fool was not to class on time like she was. Her books were now on the ground.
Seeing the tattoo on his arm she just knew it was Durk, he was an office aide.
"Durk, since you nearly knocked me down, I need you as an excuse to avoid Ms. Cannon's mouth." She said going to get her books.
"I'm not Durk, but I will help you out. I'm new to this school." An unfamiliar voice said helping her with her books.
She looked at the guy who possessed the unfamiliar deep voice pick up her physics textbook. He had mocha skin, full lips, his nose was kinda on the wide side, big brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and a crisp edge up.
"I'm Kazuma, but you can call me Kaz." He said passing her papers that came out of her book.
"I'm Ivy. And you're the talk of the school. You play basketball right?"
"Yeah, I tried out to play here for the season."
"Oh, okay. What class are you heading to?" She asked as both young adults stood up.
"Ms. Cannon, the physics teacher, but I wasn't gonna go in there." He said.
"Why, you have problems with someone in there?" She asked as both of them to the class.
"No, I can't even see in there, the window's covered."
Ivy frowned. She walked to the door and opened it. She mentally thanked god for having a substitute teacher in the room. It didn't mean less work, mostly no nagging from Ms. Cannon.
"And why are you two late?"
Quickly attention was put on the pair as they were on the front of the classroom.
