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Chapter 2

Chapter Two

That good!

He was wearing a Spurs jersey shirt, the color of white, Parker was written in the back along with the number nine. The dress looks really good to him. He wasn't that tall anymore when he was surrounded by the other players. But not that small compare to my brother.

"Sum, bleachers now!" Charles told me while I stand there. Several guys watched me as I stepped inside and walk to my usual spot. I couldn't help my eyes roaming around and end up gazing at Trench who was wearing that ease face again.

The coach blew his whistle and I watched the newbies and the old members lining up. It was a brutal picking though as fifteen guys out of the thirty was now cut off, freshmen by the looks of it. Next was dribbling, the coach watched them keenly and pulled guys who couldn't keep up.

He stopped in front of Trench who was showing different styles of dribbling, in the back, front, between the legs, side, and did a low dribbling.

"What's your name, son?" the coach asked him.

"Trench Graysten, sir" he breathed, still in his dribbling.

"You dribble like a professional. You played for how long?" Coach Freston asked.

"I never played in my former school, sir, just played the game with my cousins, " he answered.

"Alright all of you stop!" the coach commanded. "Danny, Hawk under the ring now. Graysten, try to shoot the ball with them guarding you."

I looked confuse at the moment. The coach never stopped or told his players to practice with a newbie, but now he seemed to break his own law.

And I couldn't see how Trench will survive this when taller players surround him, worst though both guys are defensive players.

He was dribbling, crossing here and there. I could see the two guys guarding him, smirking like they already won, but then, Trench zigzag fast and jumped high before Danny and Hawk could even recover their positions. The ring rattled as he dunks the ball.

Everyone was frozen when he did that. What he did was amazing but that movement he did to split the defense was fast. Really fast.

"Continue!" Coach Freston boomed, all concentration on Trench, so does me. He was good, that good.

This time he turned around really fast, escaping Danny and charged at the waiting Hawk. Hawk contested it though but Trench dock a little bit and reverse layup the ball.

That was a Kobe Bryant or Michael Jordan move, I knew that one because Charles made me watched while he was having his rerun NBA classic. He didn't want to watch it alone so he carried me in front of the screen and we both watched it. Trench made justice with it. If I wasn't pressing my lips hard, I would have hooting, cheering for him. His that good, even better.

On and on the coach asked them. He made jumpshot, a quick release three and a very sensational drive to the basket.

Now it's my brother's turn to play with him, but he was in the offense while Trench the defense. They both looked like dancing as they moved with the ball. Charles doing his best shaking his defense every time he drives left and stop. He wanted to shoot it but a hand was in front of his face whenever a rare distance was given to him. Trench just recovered fast and now stealing the ball from Charles.

"Shit!" Charles cursed, watching Trench dribbling the ball behind his back.

"Now Trench give the ball back to Charles, and you Charles drive to the basket while he stop you," the coach told them.

This time Charles pushed his limits and drive aggressively to the basket. But Trench blocked it and completely ripped the ball from his hand without fouling him.

My brother was staring, out of words at this point. And I saw it all the players nodding in respect at the new guy.

"You're unbelievable man," Charles chuckled, shaking his hands. "Welcome to the team!"

Six more newbies added to the team by the end of the night. Coach almost jumping up and down at his new recruit. The first official team practice was on Friday.

I escaped the bleachers to approach my brother who was busily talking with Trench. The rest of the teams following them. By looking at their faces, I know the team were all excited this upcoming season, and I don't blame them why, because the new guy made an impact in the team.

"Seriously man you should have joined us last year, what the hell did you do, keeping us waiting for another explosive ball handler? We could have been the champion, man, I tell ya. This year is our year and we needed that ferocity you showed earlier. Hey by the way, Friday night after the practice, we are going to attend a party, come and meet the awesome crowd," Charles invited him while I lagged behind, frowning at him for suddenly forgetting his sister.

Great, just great and I called him my brother! Unbelievable!

I sulked behind the pack, really felt out of place with these tall people.  I'm five-nine but their height made me look like a freshman. And their long legs stretch wide that made me double my walking speed to keep up with them.

We are in the parking lot now, the others going in their respective direction, whereas my brother and Trench stopped in front of a black Ferrari car.

"That's yours?" Charles gaped, lusting over the cool car.

"A gift," Trench replied.

"Nice man, very nice," he praised.

I was in our car now, three meters away from the cool car. "Are you going to ride with him so I can go home now or you get your butt here now so we can go home and see the rest of the Welsh?" I stated, glaring at Charles. I was tired waiting and my stomach keeps growling every thirty second.

Both men stared at me. I don't care. I'm hungry and I needed to see Mandy now. I had stayed enough for my brother but it was time to go home and rest.

"Coming!!" Charles shouted, waving Trench goodbye.

As my brother settled while grumbling of rudeness, I reverse and stared in my rear view, that's when I saw Trench frowning at me. Frown all you want, I just don't care.

Wow my mood changes drastically.  I mean earlier I wanted his attention.......now I don't give a damn.