{ UNEDITED }
[ TJ'S POV ]
The school day had just ended, meaning my basketball game was in about an hour. Today had gone great so far, and the last thing I needed to make it a perfect day, was to win that basketball game.
A certain someone is going to be there rooting for me, so it wouldn't hurt to make a few baskets here and there.
My coach told me to get there early, so he could talk to me about something last minute.
"Tj?" Someone piped up from the living room. "Are you ready to go? We have to be there in like-"
My mom. She never had the patience to actually walk up the stairs to talk to me, she would just shout from wherever she was. The worst is when I'm in my room and she calls my name, so, of course, I reply. Then, she doesn't say another word until I walk out of my room and stand somewhere where she can see me.
It's like she can't talk to anyone without seeing them. It gets pretty annoying after some time. If she wants to talk to me so desperately, then why doesn't she just come to me or actually respond when I reply?
I could never be mad at her though. She's a single mom, life is already difficult enough for her without my constant whining to add onto it.
"-like 10 minutes" she yelled, her voice becoming laced with panic. 10 minutes? Tj, we have to go! Now!"
"Okay, coming" I muttered to myself.
My fingers ran through my hair one last time, as I examined myself in the mirror.
My baby blue basketball shorts and jersey fit loosely on me, since I was easily one of the skinnier guys on the team. My nose was shaded in a blushed tone of pink— probably because I didn't put any sunscreen on when I went on that date with Cyrus. My nose is the most sensitive part of my face. In any weather, it burns quickly due to the amount of sunlight we constantly receive. I must've forgotten considering how nervous I was for that date.
The date. I really need to stop thinking about it so much, it's actually affecting my focus during school.
Not that I focus much anyways.
"Tj, let's go!" she demanded.
My hand struck the wall, turning off the lights on the bathroom. I sprinted down the stairs of our townhouse, coming into view of my mom who was now carrying my Nike duffle bag and a water.
"Get in the car, you don't wanna upset your coach again." she prompted.
Again.
A little while ago, when I first started on the team, I got picked on frequently since I was the only new kid that season. Normally, people would only call me names or tease me verbally, but there was one person who would always take it farther than the others.
Chris Walker. He would constantly shove me into the lockers, steal my jersey so I couldn't participate in a game, cuss me out, "accidentally" trip me during games, and blame me for situations that would have me benched for almost an entire season. My so called friends at the time would tell me to just blow it off, that he did it to every newbie.
One day, he shoved me into the lockers, this time making sure my head came in contact with them, causing my ears to ring. A rush of anger blew through me and next thing I knew, he was on the ground gripping the side of his face.
Coach had walked in at the wrong time, only to see Chris on the marbled floor and me towering over him. I got called into coach's office and I was suspended from the team and school.
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Trust Me (Tyrus)
Fanfiction[ ON HOLD ] It's High School now, and Cyrus Goodman is nothing but the sidekick friend of Buffy and Andi. Tj Kippen is still the best basketball player on their school's team. Little did they both know, their whole lives were about to change. What w...
