Becoming Hers

15

*LEXI'S POV*
It took a few more hours of persuading but Caleb and Gracie managed to get me there. It was after school on a Friday and I was in the sports hall, amongst twenty other sweaty kids. Basketball tryouts. I'd never really played basketball except the few times with my Dad before he got really sick, I'd played on football and hockey teams but not basketball. I guess that was why I wanted to do it in the first place, because it was something new. It was my distraction from life, and I just hoped I wasn't shit. I didn't expect to get a place on the team, most of the girls there had been playing it for years apparently. I just wanted to be ok at it, maybe to be put on the bench as a sub if anything.

"Okay, lets go ladies, twice around the court." I was pretty fast so I didn't trail behind, however I wasn't at the front. I didn't want to give people the wrong idea, because like I said, I'd never played before. I didn't even know why I was there really.

"Captains pick your teams," I was picked third and I was pretty shocked by that. The captain of the other team groaned when I was chosen. Did they want to pick me too? It would have been a waste of a vote.

"Why do you want her?" I ignored the comment and began hyping myself up for the game. If they believed I could do it then it was worth a shot. Yes, I really did just reuse Blake's comment.

I was positioned in small forward. I guess the coach wanted to see what I could do. I'm not going to lie, I was shitting myself on the inside, however I tried to play it off like I was pretty chill about the whole situation.

"You ready?" The girl in centre whispered yelled to me. I still wasn't sure of her name because there were so many girls on the team, it was hard to keep track of names.

"Yeah, let's do this!" I shouted back. I wanted to come across as confident but not too confident, just in case I fucked it up and I wasn't a good player at all.

The coach blew the whistle, signalling the start of the game.

                        ***

Although I didn't think I would be the best player, I thought I'd at least surprise myself and be able to cooperate with the team. Well, I tried to cooperate but no one would pass to me, I barely even touched the ball. The only time I got an opportunity of showing what I can do, was seconds before someone of the opposing team ran into me and shoved me to the floor. I bet you can guess who that was...fucking Riley. Yeah that's right, she'd only been on the team for two weeks and she was  already pushing people. I didn't see how that was fucking fair, she wasn't actually that great but everyone was too scared to tell her that, even the fucking coach was slightly intimidated by Riley. I guess that was why I didn't get on the team, because Riley was a huge influence.

After that fucking dreadful hour had passed I was really not in the mood. I was going to run home because I'd started doing that lately. It helped because my heart beats and it felt like I was running away from things and I could just run faster and faster. But then I walked outside and Caleb was stood there. He was leaning against the wall which I was not expecting.

"You were lit dude," I didn't have time to tell him I didn't get in but by my performance in there it wouldn't be hard to guess. I think he was just trying to cheer me up because he knew it'd pissed me off a little.

"Okay so back home we got pizza and most importantly vodka and beer." Pizza sounded great but I just wanted to be alone.

"Dude I'm not on the team," I admitted quietly.

"Fuck," He muttered.

"Yeah man," I nodded, put my hands in my pockets of my Adidas hoodie and looked around. The sky is beautiful, stars lit up the night and it felt kind of comforting.