Girls

Chapter 3

"OOF!!" The basketball bounces off of my head and I fall to my butt in a very dramatic manor (imagine a slow-motion picture of a girl falling face first onto a very hard gym floor, arms flying everywhere and a horrified look on her face. Did u do it? Okay, now that is me your imagining).

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR FUCKING LAUNCHING THAT SHIT AT ME, BISH. YOU KNOW I'M UNCOORDINATED AS FUCK!" Shannon screams at me.

"I thought you could at least catch it!" I shoot back, rubbing my head.

"It's 'cause I'm black, huh!? WELL YOU'RE WRONG. I'M BROWN, BITCH. BROWN!! AND WE BROWN PEOPLE HAVE NO SKILLS IN THE GAME OF BASKETS AND BALLS." She's laughing while she's yelling at me.

"I think if you were purple, you'd still be uncoordinated." My stomach hurts from laughing so much.

Her coal colored eyes stare me down. "How do you know? I could have fucking amazing skills if I was purple."

"Guys, stop. I can't breathe," Tyler is holding the ball against his stomach. He's doubled over, laughing his pale butt off. This makes our other team members start laughing hard, too. In seconds, we're a laughing mess in the middle of the gym.

Playing basketball with these guys is the best. We're so ridiculous when we play that there is no such thing as a fair game. I'm always on the same team as the basketball king, JJ, who happens to be a six foot two and super lanky. Tyler is usually on my team or Shannon's. It's really funny because Shannon has the short, clumsy guys on her team. Tyler is the only one semi-talented, sorta tall guy on that team.

After we've calmed down, Tyler, Shannon and I step out of the game to walk around the outside of the part of court.

"Got any plans this weekend, Ty?" I ask him, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Nah, I don't think so. What about you?"

"Ew, plans. That's gross." I pretend to gag. "Do people even have those anymore? Disgusting."

"So basically you're going to be at home watching tv and doing nothing?" Shannon snickers.

"Yes, that is exactly what I am going to do." I smile at them, but when I see a flying orange thing coming my way, my smile vanishes and I duck for my life.

"OKAY CAN WE NOT KEEP TRYING TO KILL ME TODAY?!" I shriek. I get up and grab the basketball, my anger blazing out of me. "WHO'S BALL IS THIS?" I snarl.

"Oh god Nicki, are you okay?" Elizabeth asks. The uncomfortable friend is covering her face with her hands as she stands behind the scary girl. The scary chick is laughing her ass off at what just happened, to the point of what appears to be tears.

Elizabeth comes over to retrieve the ball that I would've gladly tossed back at her with my "graceful" moves. I mean damn, if I can not get killed by a flying death ball of doom, then I can certainly pass it back to its owner.

"Sorry about that," Elizabeth's cheeks are a nice rosy color. I hand her back the basketball, careful not to touch her hands with my clammy ones.

"It's okay. It's not like I wanted to keep my head on my body or anything." I smile at her. To my surprise, she laughs.

"Yeah, Sabrina has a habit of either almost killing herself or almost killing someone else. One or the other," She laughs. I glance at Elizabeth's friend over her shoulder. This Sabrina girl is actually pretty cute. Either that or she just looks good from a distance...

"So, Nicki," My eyes flicker back to Elizabeth's pretty face. "Are you bi?"

My entire body is rigid.