"I can't do this anymore!"
" What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" She said looking at me with that look that made me want to run to her and just hold her. Her blue green eyes were starting to water and I couldn't take it anymore. "I mean I can't survive this pain every time you get hurt because of me. I can't watch you go through this. It hurts too much." I didn't know what to do anymore. Every move I made was wrong. Every word I said was wrong. I couldn't win, and she was the one who got hurt every time. How could I be so selfish as to put her through that. I started to walk away, and I had no intention of looking back. Thats when I felt her hand on my arm. I didn't know if I would be able to will myself to leave if I turned around, so I just kept walking.
Four months prior
"Look all I'm saying is your form sucks."
"And all I'm saying is you're an asshole."
"That's not very nice Kris."
"Neither are you" Kris retorted with a small smirk and I couldn't help but laugh which made her laugh. This is how Kris and I were. Always joking and being bitches to each other. It's why we were best friends.
"But I never miss." This I couldn't help but laugh at. Just because she started playing basketball when she was three didn't mean she could shoot better. I had only been playing since my eighth grade year but I was still a better shooter, and a lot faster. She had better handles than I did, I'll give her that. We had been sitting at lunch and as usual and she was going on and on about some college she wanted to play at. Only problem was that she's 5'4 which is two inches taller than me. She never let me forget she was taller. In basketball height is important. But like I said, I'm faster than all these bitches on the court.
"Avery stop laughing you're being annoying."
"Fine fine I'll stop I'll stop." The rest of the conversation was about college and all that boring stuff. If I'm being honest I kind of zoned out while she was talking. I don't like thinking about college and things like that. Responsibility and a being an adult and that crap scares me.
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As Ms. Crow droned about English all I could think about was basketball. I'm a ball-for-brains. When I start to zone out in class I start to think about different combinations I want to try, or ways to improve my shot, or even new play for the team. I couldn't wait to get out of this boring classroom and get on the court.
When the bell finally rang after what felt like an eternity, I picked up my stuff as fast as possible and hauled ass to the locker room. Braddock hates when we're late to get out. If we don't get on the court fast enough he makes us run, and I didn't feel like starting practice like that. When I finally reached the locker room I realized I was the first one there as usual. I changed quickly and got into the gym. The best part about getting there first was that I could just shoot around and just have some fun before we got down to business. I was about to shoot a free throw when kris runs in and steals the ball from me.
"Umm aren't you supposed to be paying attention to who's around you when you're gonna shoot? So that uh this doesn't happen." She was referring to the ball that was in her hand. I just ran over and started playing defense on her like I had a hundred times before. This last summer she had me in the gym every day at six in the morning because that was the only time Braddock would let us in the gym. He was also the cross country coach and that was when they practiced. The best part was that it was just me and Kris. She's my best friend and it was great to be able to do something I love with someone I love. No one in my family likes this sport very much. So when I met Kris two summers ago I felt like I had found a part of me that had been missing. We practiced every day. She slowly became my new family.
"Doesn't matter if you have the ball if you're not fast enough to get around me." I chuckled.
"Wanna bet." She challenged.
I loved playing her. Right before she would do some fancy spin move or whatever she would always get this look, and I could see the fire come to life in her blue green eyes. It was a look that could melt iron. Pure determination. I loved it. And I could always tell which way she was going to go because she would always do a little double step with the foot she was going to lead with. Next thing I knew her light brown hair was flying past me. I got distracted again. Dammit.
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Love The Game
RomanceAvery has only ever loved to play basketball. It's all she thinks about, until it's not. What happens when love makes you hate the one thing you loved the most. What will she do