Chapter 47 - I Wanna Scream and Shout

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I can't believe it's the last basketball game. The championship game. The better win or I'm going to be really mad. I'm wasting some quality time at the club right now. Clarissa and Claire had already gone over since Evan and Clarissa were no longer dating and Claire just wanted to get drunk tonight. Claire and I have been hanging out a lot recently. More than Alex and I have. But, she's one of my best friends, so I don't mind having her around.

"Miss, please miss," I muttered as the opposing team shot the ball and it bounced off the rim. Yes!

"We're coming down to the last thirty seconds of the game. Both teams tied at 93."

"Let's go hawks!" The crowd cheered.

"Dunn is going for it and misses, Copeland picks up the rebound and scores! Seahawks are up by two. Ooh, foul by the Bulldogs. Copeland is going to be given two free chances. Let's see if he can put the game up by four. Shoots, and misses."

"It's alright babe, you got this!" I exclaimed and I saw him smile.

"Shoots, and scores! 15 seconds left," they announced. "Looks like the Seahawks are going to be the champions of this year!"

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as I ran down the bleachers onto the court.

After the celebration started, the basketball coach told Matt he was MVP of this season and Matt literally almost died of excitement.

I'm so proud of him. Even though he's not considering professional anymore, he's at least having fun out there on the court. That's all I could ask from him.

"Are we going to the club?" He asked me and I said that I wanted to but he didn't have to.

"No I want to."

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"I wanna scream and shout and let it all out!" I sang along with the music as we drove to the club. "And Britney bitch!"

"It's rock and roll uh," Matt joined in looking at me.

"CLAP!"

"Yeah I'm stacking paper!" He said laughing. "Just put your hands up!"

"Turn the fuck up right motherfucking now! Oh it's time to party! Yolo, I'm a shout it out!" I yelled laughing. "Girl drop it low shake that!"

"Turn it up bitch!"

"I wanna scream and shout and let it all out! And scream and shout and let it out." We both sang obnoxiously.

"I give the girls my room key. So fuck and call me cheap. That bitch went beep beep!" Matt rapped along with Lil Wayne.

"And my bitch bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney. She remind of my jeep, but I got a bad memory. And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin'. These hoes think they classy? Well that's the class I'm skippin'. Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she ain't missin'. I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William. Only God can judge me, case closed. I've got my hoes at Drake shows. I got this shit on lock, no escape those and I'll make that bitch scream and shout and let it all out. I'll put it in her backyard like a fuckin' doghouse-Tunechi!"

"Matt!" I yelled as I saw the headlights crash into his side.

Oh my god, oh my god. The car had flipped twice, I think. I'm pretty sure I blacked out for at least twenty seconds.

"Lauren?" Matt screamed.

"Matt?" I asked quietly. My head was spinning and my vision was fucked up. I felt my eyes go behind my head and I passed out.

"Lauren!" The last thing I heard Matt sobbing.

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