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“Jaden Hemsworth. One hundred eighty-three centimeters tall and weights at seventy-eight kilograms. Hair color is black. Eye color is brown. Second year, position: power forward. Jersey number: ten.” You said to no one in particular. You read through all the things you had written down about the team. You sucked in a breath and sighed. You were bored. You watched the boys past the ball smoothly and dunking it the next minute earning a screech from the fan girls. Oh yeah, you forgot that they came to watch the one and only number eleven. The oh so charming blonde headed jerk. Yeah he was handsome and all but, damn he was rude.
That one time you accidently bumped into him in the hallways, sent your papers flying. You thought he was gonna help you pick them up but, instead, he gave you a dirty look and had him and his crew to step all over your homework. No wonder the teacher gave you a C minus, because of all those damn shoe markings were on it! It wasn’t your fault. You tried your best at explaining it to the teacher but, she ignored it and told you that it was final. Your mom wasn’t real happy either. What had your heart pounding was number ten. He came and helped you pick up the papers and then ran off without saying a word. ‘Weird.’ You thought.
Sighing again, you got up and grabbed your belongings. You wanted to get away from the fan girls before you go deaf. You walked towards the other side of the gym and noticed the captain of the team giving you glances. He was the tallest out of all the players. You stopped and grabbed your notebook. Flying through pages, you found his name.
“Aiden Mathew. His height is two hundred four centimeters tall. He weighs at eighty-six kilograms. Hair color: dark brown. Eye color: brown. Third year and plays center. Jersey number seven.” You said to yourself. You looked up from your notebook and saw the blonde do a dunk. All the girls went wild shouting, “Lucas! Lucas! Lucas!”
You gave the blonde a dirty look and stuck your tongue out not noticing the captain looking at you. As practice ended, you head towards the bus stop. You looked down at your phone and read the message your mom sent you, ‘Will be out for a little bit. When you get home please make sure your cat is fed and dinner is in the fridge. Love you lots!’
You sighed and felt a presence next to you. You knew who it was.
“Hi Aiden.” You spoke softly.
“Hi.” He responded back. A few minutes past and you felt uncomfortable in the silence. You took a quick glance and notice Aiden staring at you. You quickly looked away. Your cheeks blushed from the embarrassment.
“Say, how come your always at our basketball practices?” when Aiden spoke it startled you.
“Pardon?” you said.
“How come you’re always at our basketball practices?” asked Aiden once again. You close your eyes and hummed.
“Because I like basketball and you guys play so well. I thought I would come and watch you guys play.” You said.
Aiden didn’t say anything. He looked at you wide eyed. He thought you were a fan girl of Lucas, but instead, you came to watch all of them for the like of basketball. He smiled. No wonder he has a slight crush on you. Soon the bus arrived and the both of you sat down next to each other. You and Aiden had a few conversations here and there, mostly about basketball. You told him that you went to different schools and watched other basketball players play. You even took notes on them. As the bus came to your stop, you waved good bye and got off of the bus. You made it to your house. You unlocked the door and faced the quietness of your home.
You hated the quietness of your home. Your dad was on a trip to Italy for who knows what and your mom was a waitress. It was difficult for her to come home to see you. She had late night shifts, which put some stress on her. You set your notebook and pencil on the coffee table.
“(Cats name)!” you shouted. You looked around for your cat. You looked in every room, under couches and closets. No sign of the fluffy fur ball.
You groaned, “Mom must have let him outside.”
Grabbing your dinner, you head towards your room. The walls were covered in ‘Slam Dunk’ posters. Your bed had slam dunk plushies and other anime plushies that you don’t want to name off right now. On your oaked colored drawer is a basketball signed by Michael Jordan. Your dad got it signed by him when he watched one of his games. There were even other signatures on it. You also had a large bookcase full of sport mangas. You also had another bookcase but it was smaller. It had all the volumes of Slam Dunk and a few figures. One was Hanamichi, Takenori, Rukawa, Mitsui, Ryota and Sendoh. Your mom ordered a few more to add to your collection. You walked towards your small desk which had a laptop resting on it with a stack of notebooks and a couple of pens. You sat down on your chair and lifted the laptop screen up. Your computer saved your spot on a certain episode of Slam Dunk. You plugged in your earphones and pressed play. While you were watching, out of the corner of your eye you caught something move. Blinking a couple of times, you paused your show and got up. You walked towards your closet and looked around. As you looked up at the shelves, your cat jumped down at you , hissing, causing you to trip on your feet and smack your head on the wall, which caused some of your notebooks to fall.
Groaning in pain, you opened one eye and notice your cat out in the hallway staring at you. Glaring you grabbed one of your notebooks and threw it at your cat.
“You stupid cat!” you shouted.
You got up and noticed the mess that you made when you hit your head on the wall. Groaning you picked up the huge pile of scattered notebooks. As you finished, you sat back down on your chair and returned to your show while eating your cold dinner. After watching six more episodes you looked at the time. It was eight thirty-six p.m.
“Wow, time sure does fly by fast!” you said surprised. Getting up you wandered to your closest and scanned it to make sure your cat wasn’t going to jump out at you from out of nowhere. As the coast was clear, you grabbed your (favorite color) pajama shorts and tank top to match with. You walked towards your bathroom and brushed your teeth. After that you changed into your pajamas and threw your dirty ones in the hamper. You lied down on your bed and turned your head to the right. A calendar stood in your view.
“Tomorrow the boys have a basketball practice game at eight-thirty.” You mumbled. “I wonder which basketball team is going to come to the practice game?”
Staring at the calendar you thought of which basketball team is going to play against the boys. Yawning, you close your eyes and fell asleep.