The Move

6 - i'm not even short.

Logan's POV

"And that person would be?" I asked.

"You're the girl all over SportsCenter. The one with all the division one offers who hasn't chosen a college for basketball yet. Shit, you're one of the top-ranked female basketball players in the country," he said while slowly standing up next to his desk and looking at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention that I do play basketball," I said as I looked up at the teacher and then back to the class.

Some students started whispering while others just looked around. Carson was just looking at me with a smile on her face. The kid who stood up walked up towards the front of the class and kept looking at me.

"You don't look like the number one basketball player in the country. You seem a little short to me," he said while eyeing me up and down.

"Because 5'11 is definitely short," I said while rolling my eyes.

"Tyler, stop pestering the new girl. And go sit back down in your desk," Mr.Dawson said from his podium.

"I'm just making conversation, isn't that what you wanted?" He said as he leaned against the desk in front of me. Now that I looked at him, he was actually pretty good looking. He had green eyes, which was very handsome for his mixed skin tone. It also seemed like he was around 6'3 from looking at him.

"I saw you balling up in the gym last week on what I assume was your tour day. You didn't look like a high ranking recruit to me."

"Tyler, can you please go sit your ass back down at your desk and stop bothering her. You're quite annoying," Carson said as a round of chuckles came from the students in the room.

"Wow, loudmouth says I'm annoying?" Tyler said as he turns around and looks at Carson.

"Can you siblings please stop arguing? And Tyler, I have already told you to sit down, don't make me send you out. Logan, you can take your seat as well," Mr. Dawson said as he was tapping his pencil.

Siblings?

"See you later, short stack," Tyler said as he passed by me to go sit down. Short stack? That's a new one.

"Well, happy Monday, students, let's get on with the lesson."

After the class was over, I walked with Carson to AP history, which consisted of the same cycle, but with a class of about nine students. I introduced myself, but luckily no one said anything like students did the first period. There was a female teacher, who Carson told me to apparently "stay on her good side" because she wasn't pleasant.

"So I have a free period after this class, where do I go?" I asked Carson at the end of class.

"Normally you have to sit in the library to do work. Since it is your first day and you don't have any, just go to the library, sign your name, say that you're new and that you need to talk to the coach about basketball. They should let you. I would also grab your lunch too," Carson said as she was gathering her things in a pile.

"Okay cool, thanks," I said as the bell was ringing, and everyone started to walk out of class.

When I got to my locker, I realized I didn't know where the library was.

"Oh shit," I said out loud as I put my binders in my locker. I grabbed my lunchbox and computer just in case I wasn't allowed to go to the gym.

When I shut my locker, I saw that someone had their back towards me. I hope I was not about to embarrass myself. I took a step forward and tapped the shoulder of the tall, brown-haired person in a red flannel shirt.