I hate that I work so hard. I'm never being a Kid but that's what you have to do to be better. I work on my 3 point for an hour. "Wow nice shot" someone said. I turn around only to see an attractive dark haired boy.
"You can't be in here after hours" I tell him trying to seem cool.
"Then I guess that applies to you too. " he comes back.
For the first time in forever I don't have anything to say. He looks at me questioning my next move. "Yea but I have perMission and you don't" I finally come up with.
"How do you knOw that? " he ask just as powerful and confident.
"Ok then. Go ahead but I need you to watch out so I can practice. Thanks" That should make him leave or at least shUt up.
He then says sure basket girl.
The ball is the only thing stopping me from hitting him.
"Don't you ever call me that again. Do you understand me! Swish, my name is Swish. " I look at him daring to reply.
He smirks and says "Technically your name is Chailla Johnson and I'm Derek."
"I don't give a care what you're band is. My name is Swish and you better hope I never see you again. " with that I stormed out of the door heading home.
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Live, Love, Basketball
Fiksi Remaja"Look, you need to choose between me or the ball. I love you." Derek says crying. "I love you too but. ...." I say back. "If you do then leave practice and come to our slide." It's been the ball and Swish since 4 years old. When a new boy named De...
