'Knock, knock.'
"Um, hello?" I cleared my throat while Natasha swiftly moved to the other side of the room.
Women are scary.
"Oh, hey Caz!! You're walking around a bit more now? It's been a while since you've come upstairs. (Signed)."
"Yeah, I just wanted to check on how the date went. (Signed)."
"It went well... I think. (Signed)."
"I'm sure she likes you, so there's nothing to worry about. (Signed)." Caspian, That's exactly what I'm worried about.
Natasha removed herself from our presence as if nothing had happened; carrying out the rest of her evening duties as quietly as a ghost.
"Anyway, I'll see you in the morning and you can tell me more about it then. I bet you're exhausted. (Signed)."
"Thanks Caz. I think sleep might just be the perfect thing for me right now. (Signed)."
Shortly after he'd left, I locked my bedroom door.
There's something strange about Natasha...
She's never acted like that before.
I don't know if I should trust her not to do anything weird...
"PICK UP THE BALL AND BREAK THROUGH DEFENCE!!" Coach yelled. "COME ON DEFENCE! DON'T LET THEM SCORE! DO YOU THINK WE'LL WIN WITH SUCH A SLOPPY ATTITUDE?!"
"What's wrong with him today?" I nudged Ornell.
"He really wants us to win the College Games Festival this year."
"Oh, right."
Coach always makes us work hard, and today is no exception. I don't think there's anyone in the school who can compete with his 'boom-box' voice.
Ornell and I have been on the bench for the first quarter of the game, which has allowed Spencer to dominate the play. It's crazy how frustrating it can be when your team can't hold a defensive, tactical formation.
It's my turn.
We waited for the ball to be hurled into the air.
This is the easy bit.
The whistle blew and I swiped the ball into my grasp.
"Over here!" Kyle yelled, running towards the direction of the hoop. The ball bounced between the defender's legs, confusing him and giving Kyle a clear path. He leapt off the ground with his left foot and slammed the ball into the hoop.
"Good shot." I smacked hands with Kyle.
"Well, it was a good pass." He jogged, talking over his shoulder.
"Thanks."
We positioned ourselves in a 2-3 zonal defence formation, while the opposing team dribbled the ball through to our defensive third.
They began dancing around the edge of the 'D'; passing from player to player, until they reached Perez who dodged our defence, pushing me out of the restricted area and out off the court- scoring a slam dunk.
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