He walked over to the bastketball court. It'd been a Sunny day. There wasn't any intresting happening but the sight of him changed all that. He looked as he always did; wearing a nike tee with nike shorts and Adidas shoes. A basketbal tucked under his arm. Why he wore Nike and Adidas in the same outfit always deluded me, but it worked for him, and I had nothing to protest about. He smiled with his friend and threw the ball in the net. Another . He would be a professional player some day, I knew it for sure. He would make it. And I would be delighted. He caught me starring and waved. Awkwardly I lifted my hand and waved back. A red color spread over my cheeks. I tightend my backpack around my shoulders and kept walking. A stroke of my brown hair fell over my face.
"Hello,"
I had to push my hair away before I saw him. He was taller than me and looked down. Not in an intimidating way. As if he just wanted to look at you, and what you were going to say.
"Hi,"
It was all I could say. I panicked. My blood boiled and my wrists were sweaty.
"I saw you looking at us,"
Wrong. Just you.
"Do you want to join?"
I suck at any type of sports would probably die on the courtfield.
"Yes, I would love too,"
Words came out differently than I expected them to come out.
"Great,"
I followed him. He smiled politely. That's it. My knees nearly gave up on me. I tried to stay consious.
"You've ever played ball?"
Not like this.
"Uh, no, not really. Dad never bothered to teach me the ropes, said I wouldn't get it anyway,"
After that he called me a pussy and a fag. Thank the dear lord for making him leave. Or actually my mother.
"We'll teach ya, don't worry,"
One of the other boys threw the ball and he caught it mid-air. Impressive and hot. He handed it to me.
"Take one step with your right and jump onto your left while bouncing with the ball. After that it's just aiming for the goal,"
My goal or the net?
"Sure,"
I took his advice and bounced the ball on the pavement. After nearly losing it for the fifth time I took a chance and did the steps. Right. Left. Jump. Aim. I closed my eyes as I dropped back to the ground. Steady on my feet. The boys cheered.
"Not bad newbie, you can score,"
He walked up to me and held his hand up. A high five. That's my reward?
"If that's my reward I would never have done it,"
I laugh. The others fall silent and he looks at me with a funny look on his face.
"What do you want? A dinner with candlelight, darlin'?
I couldn't breathe. What was I/he doing?
"For starters"
There might've been a wink involved. Or an attempt to. I don't really remember because the color had drained from his face. He took a step back and mumbled to himself. Then he looked back at me.
"You got a thing for me fag?"
Fag. Why did he use that word?
"I ain't digging no dick in my ass,"
