Love and Basketball ||Urban(DAVE EAST)

Chapter 70

I been planning on this chapter right here and the next SINCE BEFORE I started writing the book. Y'all gone- whew- anyways enjoy. It might be boring cause like I'm describing a full basketball game which is boring as fuck to me. So bare with me.
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Saint Smith
A nigga had scouts out here. Real fucking scouts. Coach made me a highlight video and they were gone see it. My heart was beating like crazy and everything around me seemed like a distraction. Wasn't gone let it get to me. Worked all year for this shit and I was finally here.

My moms was up in the bleachers along with Christin, Lisa and Keone. Everybody I fucked with was here to support me. Ain't nothing gone ruin my moment and I was gone make sure.

"Smith..." I heard in a stern tone behind me.

Turning around to see who it was, I realized it'd been my coach. He looked as anxious as I was. Like he ain't want me to screw shit up which put more pressure on me.

"This is our last game." He spoke. "All season we worked hard. Done made it to the playoffs and now we at the finals. I know you got this boy. You got the scouts here to check you out and I know you gone impress em."

My coaches words really sunk in deep with me. Man was like the father I never had. He believed in me unlike the one I did have. Wish I could show him how far I've gotten but that nigga wouldn't care. That was besides the point though.

I was hype to play this last game and it determined my whole life pretty much. Then Cass was here to cheer me on and shit. It made a nigga less anxious.
After the pledge and the national anthem, my team and I discussed our game plan one more time then the game started.

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Cassie Davis
It was nearing the end of the second quarter of the game and I was nervous watching Saint. I had spotted some guys in suits and clip boards taking notes and watching his every move. I assumed they were the scouts he was talking about.

I prayed that everything they'd wrote down had been good. I knew it was but you could never be too sure. Saint was amazing though. I never really followed up on basketball like that but from what I saw, my nigga was better than good. Like on some prodigy type shit.

I loved watching him run down the court, dribble the ball, the sweat from his forehead glisten. I liked the way he pulled the bottom of his shirt up and wiped his forehead. The way he bit his lip and acted all serious when someone was about to pass him the ball. He was just perfect.

The only thing that worried me at the moment was that the game was tied as of now with about 12 seconds on the clock. Our team was good but so was the home team. We were here to whoop they asses though.

Only thing that was trash about their school was the cheerleaders. They all looked like bums and my squad showed them up. Their cheers were wack and unoriginal. I wasn't hating...Saints meanness just rubbed off on me.

I watched as one of the guys on our team made a basket as the second quarter ended. The score was finally uneven. We were 3 points ahead of them and now it was time for me and my girls to run our little cheers and sit back down.

Getting in formation, my girls and I did what we did best. Showing out as always. Stepping, throwin it back and of course the flips, cartwheels and what not.

And of course the crowd cheered us on. Maybe a little louder than the home team girls but maybe it was just my head gassing me up. As soon as we were finished, a raffle took place and the game continued. We were now in the third quarter.