Ball Is Life

Chapter 3.2

Chris

Champs

Coach Bryan has been making us run the court every time we had the damn ball. He would not let us walk back down the court at all. But it's not like we really cared. We got use to running, but it doesn't seem that way to the other team.

About a week ago the guys the came for all star weekend was split into four teams. My team knocked the other two away which left Dime's team. The coached put is as team leaders for a reason, cause they know we had beef. I had no problem with him, he's a joke to me. All I was worried about was winning this game and making sure India wouldn't find out about the bet.

I've been pushing myself so hard the last week because I felt bad. I couldn't lose this game to Dominic because I didn't want him to fuck India. Mainly because, I haven't even fucked India yet. And plus she isn't even like that. Every time I see her I feel so bad and guilty for what I did.

Every time India comes around Dime seems to find his way towards her. They talk a lot now. Like when a few buddies I made of on the team went out to lunch and I brought India along, she decided it was a good idea to call Dime up. Why? I don't know but I can't freak the fuck out about it too much. I don't want to seem threatened by it, you feel me?

"Chris! Is your head in the game?! Dime's team is beating us by 7 points! Get your head in the game!" Coach Bryan yelled at me while patting my head. "One advantage we have on them is they get tired very easily. Make them run!"

"Aight, Champs on three!" I yelled. "1, 2, 3, CHAMPS!"

As we broke apart we ran onto the court and waited for player 12 to pass the ball to Dime. I mean, we all knew it was going to happen. Dime happens to be the best player... On their team, so of course they gonna pass it to him. Which is bad. You keep passing it to the same person I'm going to know. My team mates is going to know and your secret will be out.

"Daisy Duke!" I yelled out for a code play.

As soon as number 12 passed it Dimes way I stole the ball running down the court. I passed it to a guy on my team by the name of O. He then passed it to Jerome whom passed it to Felix then who passed it back to me.

Make then run. Tease them, make them tired. This is exactly why we names this play daisy duke. We wanted to play with them. By the look on Dime's face we hit that nerve.

I ran back to the 3 pointer line and Jerome passed the ball to me making me take the jump shot.

Swish!

"Nothing but net baby!" India yelled in the stands. As I ran back down the court I smiled at her and her big, neon pink ass sign.

"Guard him, Chris!" Coach Bryan yelled while pointing to Dime. I ran over to him and boxed him in with my arms. Every time he tried to pass the ball I was swipe it back. He then rammed his body into mines making me fall on the ground. But that was bad on his part.

The ref blew his whistle and I smiled as O helped me off the ground.

"Does this nigga know he just gave us three free shots?" He asked chuckling.

"Shit, I don't know or care. But I'm starting to love this daisy duke play. When I get home I have to tell coach about this." I laughed.

I stood at the free throw line as the ref threw the ball to me. I dribbled the ball and looked up at the net. I dribble it once more before throwing the ball up and making the shot. I repeated the same thing with my other two shots leaving us with 36 to their 37.

Five more minutes on the clock and I plan on winning this damn game. No games. Play hard. Work hard.

India