The 2nd Chance (on hold)

An Impressive Game

"Stephanie, hurry up! I want to talk to Willy before the game starts!" yelled Kinsley.

"Coming!" I yelled as I put on my shoe while hoping down the stairs.

My best friend had been constantly pushing me out to basketball games for the past 2 months. I didn't even like basketball! I would much rather play other sports with less of an ego. Ok for a 5' 11" girl I was pretty good but still the school's basketball team stunk. They hadn't one a game for the first 3 months I had been here. (That's saying a lot since there's a game every week and I was dragged to every single one) The only reason I went was because Kinsley wanted to support her boyfriend, William, and didn't want to be alone on the bleachers.

Don't get me wrong William (or Willy he prefers) was a great guy. He was friendly, loved sports, and kind. (Although not that bright. DO NOT tell Kinsley I said that!) It's just Kinsley had a problem of thinking I wanted to see every moment of the relationship. Which I didn't. A few checks to making sure the guy was tame, fine, but the mushy gooy stuff? Blah!

. I'm definitely NOT jealous. Heck! How many guys have I dated the past 6 months? 5? 6? 7? Ya, 7. I mean I broke up with Ian, Mark, and ....what was his name, James? ...on July 4th. I heard one of them knew I was dating the one of the others while dating him. And trust me if you let it slip it gets messy between them. (I speak from experience) last month I ended it with 'the Quartet' (I called them that) last month after Kinsley said it was starting to make me look bad. I didn't really care but I could she was saying that also because it was making her look bad too being my friend.

. Anyway her being with Willy also didn't help that I left to be home schooled with her and then the next year she ditched me for West Lake High to be with William. After a year of misery and persuasion in joined her. The school's sports team are so sexist it's not even funny. They have any boy sports team, but if you're a girl you got a choice between tennis or cheerleading. (UGH!) But hey you know? Whatever. No big deal.

"Ok, we're taking my car. I'm driving. Unless you want to go alone," I say as I pick up the keys to my topless black 1967 mustang with red streaked across it, nothing better than a classic.

"Fine," she sighs,"But no speeding! Last I almost had a heart attack."

I smile and stick out my tongue,"Yes, mother dear." We get in a zoom to the school gymnasium.

. .{~⊙~}.

"You said no speeding!" Kinsley muttered holding her stomach.

"You said you wanted to talk to Willy before the game. Well now you can. You can thank me later."

"Just for that your coming in the boys locker room with me," Kinsley grumbles.

. "Ugh! It smells like a serial killer dumped five of his victims in there 2 months ago!" I whine.

. Yes I know, your like," whoh! the boys locker room? But you're a girl!" Ya well rule of thumb Kinsley got angry at the coach once because she couldn't get to Willy before a game. So she had a heated talk with him. Ever since then. 10 minutes before the game the guys have to be decent and they allow visitors in.

. I try not to cough as I walk in while Kinsley runs into Willy's arms. I just lean on the door as Willy and her see how far they can smash their faces into each other. I try to ignore all the guys in towels giving me confused and kind of flattering/sort of offencive glances. Ya this is my awkward life.

. I decide my stomach won't be able to take much more of the scene Winsley are making (Ya they themselves that) so I turn around to bump face to face with tan messy haired guy with chocolate puppy dog eyes. /Oh God! He's hOt! Ok be cool. Great you just bumped into him! Nice job. You're staring! You doofus! Stop!/ I quickly look down. /Great he's shirtless, and muscular, and athletic, and six pack, and hot. Ok down isn't gonna work just be NORMAL./