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High School AU... Yay, a not so fictional chapter!
---------------Alex's PoV -
This was a big deal it was the first basketball game of the year. Basketball at my school is taken very seriously, possibly too seriously. I had paid my way in and now I crept down the bleachers to find a good front row seat. I didn't really care for the game, in fact I didn't even know the rules. Basically when everyone else clapped or cheered I did the same. I didn't have any friends to go with so I just sat by myself and stared at the game watching the players run back and fourth along the gym floor. I did watch one player in particularly, Vlad, he was the star basketball player and my crush.
I knew I loved him for a long time now, other students changed their crushes left and right but not me. I knew I loved him from the first day he started going to our school, nearly 7 years ago. The only problem was he didn't share my feelings or at least I didn't think he did, I had never asked him on a date or anything. In fact, I had never really talked to him. I was easily overlooked. I was more of a wallflower at my school, I didn't have any special talents and I looked rather plain.
I took my seat at the bottom of the bleachers and only a few minutes later the game began with the ringing sound of the buzzard. Of course Vlad played and I watched him and the other players run back and forth. I caught myself staring at him a few times and quickly adverted my eyes.
Vlad's PoV -
It was nearing the end of the game with only a few minutes left on the score board. The score was tied and I had possession of the ball. I instinctively headed for the basket. I had to focus, the fate of this game rested on my shoulders. I tried so hard to block everything out besides the ball and myself. My attempt at this was fruitless though.
At half time one of my teammates warned me about some student in my grade that had been staring at me throughout the whole game. It made since, I had felt someone's eyes focusing on me in particularly, during the game but I, as usual, blocked out all distractions. I hated stares and unwanted attention. I only played basketball for the love of the game not the countless fans and girls that tended to flog me. In fact I wasn't the least bit interested in them at all. Once the buzzer went off to head back into the game, as I ran back into the floor I dared a quick look at the bleachers to find the student my teammate had told me about.
Dang he was nice looking. I blushed at the thought, trying to conceal my red face, I pretended to wipe some sweat from my temples. I had seen him before and recognized him as being in my grade. We even had a few of the same classes but somehow he always went by unnoticed and without a word ever spoken to me. Alex, that was his name. His hair was a dark raven black and combed back in a way that suited him. He wore a green jacket and brown shirt, our school colors. His skin was pale and his beautiful green eyes shined in the bright lights of the gym. I felt a slight tingle go down my spine. He gave me chills in a way I had never known anyone else to effect me quite like before.
Focus. I tried to snap myself back into the game. Throughout the rest of the game I had caught myself stealing glances at him. When ever I scored, he cheered the loudest. He seemed so awkward siting there, alone. His cute face with a slight blush always seemed worried yet content at the same time. He commanded every aspect of my attention. I had to focus.
Suddenly, my flashback over the past few minutes dissipated and here I was, dribbling the ball back in fourth between my hands like second nature. Then I was at the basket and I set my form. I jumped and shot at the same time. Mere seconds were left on the board and the audience sat on the edge of the bleachers in suspense. I landed from my jump and now stood impatiently waiting to see if my shot made it. Swoosh, the ball made it in hitting nothing but net. As it slowly dropped to the ground the buzzer sounded and the slowed time resumed to normal.
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RoBul Oneshots
FanfictionFrom the crazy life's of Romania and Bulgaria. There comes a time when you've read every RoBul fan fiction on the internet. What to do next? Write your own. I do take inspiration from other authors. I do not own the cover photo, APH, or any media u...