"Pass the ball!" I yell irritably, my eyebrows furrowing as I am ignored yet again. The thing is, it isn't even Yoongi who is ignoring me this time. Ever since the night I told him off he has been strangely cooperative. He has even passed the ball to me on several different occasions today, him not making a single remark about how I'm playing.
I watch as the scrimmage team that I am on misses the basket yet again, groaning out loud as the other team takes the ball into their possession. I drag my feet in frustration as I run to the other side of the court so that I can be on defense, getting tired of losing.
One thing about me is that I absolutely hate losing. If my team loses by so much as two points I get irritable and angry, more so at myself than at my other team members. I want to be perfect. I want to make my mom proud. I worked extremely hard in order to get as good as I am now, so failure at this point is not an option.
The other team scores and Jackson takes the ball out, passing it to Yoongi. He is the point guard on our team, meaning that I am the shooting guard. I have found that I like being a shooting guard better than being point guard if I am being completely honest. I don't get to choose the plays that we do, but I am open in most of them anyway.
I get into my spot and watch as Yoongi holds up two fingers in the air to signify the play that we are doing. I grin in satisfaction when I realize what play it is, silently thanking him in my mind. This is the newest play that we learned, and it just so happens to be geared towards me.
Yoongi dribbles towards me and I run up to meet him, planting my feet in order to screen the player that is on him. I immediately pivot in my spot and run down towards the baseline, creating a screen for the post that is on the block. That's when I pop up again, creating an arch as I go out and towards the three-point line.
I raise one hand into the air when I get there, my eyes searching for Yoongi. He sees me open and passes the ball in an overhead toss, it coming straight at me. I jump towards the ball before bending my knees when I get ahold of it, releasing the shot without any hesitation. I watch in satisfaction as it arcs perfectly towards the hoop, the sound of the net swishing as it goes through almost relaxing too my ears.
"Ok, thats it for today!" our coach yells after he blows his whistle, making all of us sigh in relief. The basketballs get put away and we all walk over to the locker rooms, ready to get out of this stuffy gym for the rest of the day.
I can't help but feel nervous though. The first game of the season is tomorrow, us getting to leave school a tiny bit early in order for us to arrive on time. I have memorized all of our plays, and we have gone through all of them as well, but I still can't help but wonder how everything is going to go. This will be my first time going up against an all-boys team, and I'm kind of scared about how they will react.
"H-hey Mia...."
I turn towards Jimin as he stands awkwardly off to the side, watching as he bites his lip nervously as he looks down at me. My eyes shift over to where Brea is standing beside him, a slight frown on my face as I turn towards my backpack and don't speak.
"She hates me, doesn't she?" I hear Brea whisper from behind me as I bend down to untie my shoes. I focus on putting the shoes that I came to school in back on, listening to their hushed conversation as I do so.
"Well, I mean, you did kind of slap her across the face" Jimin answers sarcastically, causing a small smile appear on my face. I almost laugh out loud when I hear Brea's outraged gasp, pulling my phone out of my backpack before zipping it back up.
"You were the one who didn't tell me that she wasn't really dating Yoongi oppa" she says indignantly, causing me to shake my head at their bickering. Jimin stumbles over his words as he looks for something to say, me finally turning around to watch them.
"Well you still shouldn't hit people!" he yells before stopping to stare over at me, his mouth wide when he sees that I'm actually paying attention to him for once.
"Look" I start off as I cross my arms, watching as they both gulp. "I don't necessarily hate you Brea, but I don't necessarily like you either, and Jimin....."
I pause as he looks down at me with puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip jutting out in the cutest pout that I have ever seen. I can feel my walls crumbling as I stare up at him, the corners of my mouth tilting up when I can't contain my smile anymore.
"Awe! You're way too cute to stay mad at!" I yell as I practically fling myself onto him, his arms wrapping around my waist as I pinch his squishy cheeks. He whines and tells me to stop but I can see the smile on his face, it obvious that he can't be mad at me for doing this.
"I'm still sorry, you know, about-"
"Its fine" I say, quickly cutting him off. I want to put this behind me, and him bringing it up again won't help at all. He smiles at me before ruffling my hair, making me slap his hand away from the top of my head.
"Its nice to have my best friend back."
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Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff
Fanfic"Yah! What was that for?" I yell as I hold onto my arm as it throbs with pain. "If you can't handle the pain, get off the fucking court."
