Ball Is Life

Chapter 5.0

India

A week later                 

Scouts from UCLA were sitting in the bleachers at our first fucking game and I was hype as fuck right now. I was feeling really lucky right now. Even though everyone was saying the scouts were here to only look at Crystal and I, I knew that they were here to look at everyone; I wasn't the only good player on the team. Paris was good, but I don't think she even cares. I just think she wants to be rich. Money hungry ass.

We were all in the locker room getting ready for the cheerleaders and the band to finish what they were doing.

"Damn, just imagine. In four months we will be done with school and off to college." Paris smiled.

"I know, I'm gonna miss my bitch." I said one arm hugging Paris. "Are you even thinking about a college to go to?"

"Yeah; my mom and I were looking at Spelman."

"I like that school." Crystal nodded. "I'm going to the Penn State."

"I thought you both were going to UCLA?" Paris asked looking from Crystal and I.

"My sissy got a full fucking ride." I said putting an arm over Crystal.

"Aye! Congrats." Paris smiled. "I wonder what I'm going to do with Mijo."

"What you mean?" I asked.

"I don't think his druggie ass is going to college and I love him and all but damn, No. I need a nigga that's going to be about something and if he's going to be sitting on his ass all his life I can't do that."

"I feel you though." Crystal nodded. "Have you talked to him about it?"

"Nope. I don't need to. If he says he's not going to college I'm gonna drop his ass. He has to understand there are more important things in life then just sitting around smoking and partying. It's fun but that's not going to pay your bills and it's not going to take care of me."

"Damn, my baby's mother is on her shit." I laughed flipping a towel over my shoulder.

"And you ain't even know it."

Coach came into the locker room yelling for everyone to crowd around. Picking up my water bottle filled with powerade and a shot of adrenaline.  I took a drink before Paris snatched it away from me and took a swig.

"Everyone, win or lose. You tried your best. You have four more games after this and I want you guys to push yourself. Hands in."

After saying a little chant we heard the announcer announcing us. We all walked out the locker room to hear a roar from the crowd.

"Introducing, India Westbrooks!"

I waved towards the crowd and smiled.

"She is number one in the state and is looking at UCLA for college!"

"Damn, announcer putting all your fucking business out." Paris said to me.

"That's good on my end. UCLA scout in the crowd at least she knows I'm looking at them just like their looking at me." I smiled before walking over to the bleachers.

"Ready to jump that ball baby?" Crystal asked getting hype. "Ready to jump that ball!"

Paris and I started jumping up and down as Crystal hyped us up more. I hugged my girls and hurried and went towards coach who was telling the first play.

"Pass the ball to Ericka, Ericka, if you can't take the shot. Pass it to Paris, Paris take that three. When the ball goes to their starter; India get up on her. Block that ball, get down." She said showing the position I needed to be in. "Come on. We got this!"