Over And Over

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Chapter Two

It was already sixth period and he was nowhere to be found. I let out a sigh of relief, I guess he didn't study here anymore otherwise I don't know what he'd even do to me considering how things ended up the last time we met. As as per normal, I made no friends either. Not that I was eager to but it was better than not knowing where I had to go.

I bet he wouldn't recognize me, definitely not. I didn't have my long brunette curly locks anymore, Dying my hair blonde paid of in some weird way.

The bell indicating physical education buzzed through my ears, as I made my way to the locker room.

After changing, I lined next to the girls the coach was having a conversation with. "So as I was saying, final year doesn't change the game we must always stay motivated and strong. Thus, today boys are going to prep you guys up for our first female league entry. The best twelve out of you will be selected as per tradition. Try your best and don't give up!"

Boys teaching girls? I'd much rather not come here if I knew this was about to happen. I played a bit in my previous school but it wasn't much. In fact, why even try of you're not interested.

The coach gathered up the rest of the girls and continued, "Let me remind you that these aren't just any boys but the whole team itself. Pace yourselves. And keep up stamina also-"

Before he could say anything, the door flew open with the elite school basketball team itself. All in their team glory. Almost immediately, girls started to giggle and comment around, discussing various things that made me kind of sick. I could understand why though, practically all of those eleven were either good looking or had an athletic build but those were one of the minor factors according to me.

Suddenly, my eyes met with that guy I ran into earlier and I quickly turned away. I didn't want to be associated with someone like him who looked like he already murdered someone. He's bad news.. bad news, Rage.

"Where's your captain?" The coach questioned them. Neither of them looked like they knew. In the corner of my eyes, I noticed the guy staring at me. This was not good.

"Hunter, go find that piece of shit."

Hunter stopped staring and opened his mouth, "He said he'll be back in five."

"And you chose to believe it? If he weren't much of a good player on the court I would've already kicked him out by now."

"There's no need for that." A deep voice spoke from behind us, giving me some of tingling feeling in my stomach.

I turned around, my eyes meeting with deep chestnut ones. He looked past me and joined the rest of his players.

I could recognize those eyes from even a mile or two away. My heart rate was rising and I was sure I had gotten away with what I did. He didn't remember me and it's not like I was expecting him to, but something hurts and I don't know why.

"Took you long enough, Hart."

Hart. Alexander Hart. The man who broke my heart, pretending to be something he's not.

"I had some shit."

The coach ignored him started to explain to us, "The boys will be coming in once in a week and training the girls who have been selected since there's no better way than students helping each other."

"The try outs will begin now, participation is necessary if you want a passing grade." and so it began, the rest of the team placed themselves in the benches as Hart showed the girls, one by one, the basic theory and method of basketball while the coach called out people accordingly.

Wasn't there any way to escape the situation that I was in right now. I didn't want to go near him and here I was forced to 'prove myself' to him. I probably was over exaggerating but anyone would do the same if they had to talk to or even learn from a person you slapped in the middle of a confession back in ninth grade.

Who am I kidding, I have no chance at getting out of this. It was best to stay still and endure what was to come.

Most of the girls before me failed tragically, but still was eloped on their quest of flirting with him in the meantime. I can't believe them.

Back when I met him, Hart was the most good looking guy in the school but now good looking seemed like more of an insult than a compliment. He probably could be mistaken for a greek god now, considering the muscles unintentionally bulging out from the sides of his official Berkeley High tank top combined with his now short dark hair, killer jawline and looks.

I'm pretty sure god favored him from the beginning he was created. Otherwise who could explain of such a perfect human being. Who you slapped and ruined his self respect and probably ego. Inner consciousness, shut up.

"Next."

I shook my thoughts away, immediately realizing that I was the supposed 'Next' and he was waiting for me. And he was looking at me.

Breathe, Rage! Breathe.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, while moving closer.

BREATHE

"ye-yeah.... " Lie. I was feeling nauseous and dizzy and things went blank from there on.

That was the last thing I remembered before waking up in the nurses room, all alone.

Shit, I bet I messed up.

My exams are now over guys and I'm finally back to being happy and crazy. But I love the tremendous support I received guys. Know that Rage, Hart, Hunter and even the coach loves all of you very much for reading. Tune in for the next chapter♡