Fool Of Me Love And Basketball Novels & Stories

You are not the only one with moves Edward. Changing into tights and sleeveless shirt I entered the basketball court room. He was standing there, six feet three inches tall. Taller than all the guys in my group! Man I just love heighted guys. Probably that’s why I like basketball the most. You find tall players in the sport. He was standing there bouncing the orange ball and then shoot...it went straight inside the pole. “Paul!” He turned around, “There you are. I thought you were ditching me”

I had no idea what was is happening to me, and I don't know who to turn to. My life is a one big fog, and I felt trapped in an endless loop. The first time this loop ended was when I met this beautiful woman when I was in college. She's the smarted person I ever met. Normal men would have fallen in love with her, but not me. I killed her.

They knew it, I knew it – even before I jumped up and tossed the ball into the net, they knew I’d make the basket and I never disappoint. People said heaven helped me play basketball, that it was in my veins, I didn’t have to do much to win. Some even said the wind aided me in my games – all funny stories other members of my school team told their younger siblings, I knew but that didn’t stop it from making me more popular but sometimes, popularity isn’t enough…

But I only shrug it off. _________ Vincent" “Oh, did you hear the news about your sister?” The motherfucker mysterious caller of my mine said, I am here on the basketball court at our campus and I skip class but I leave Hanna to her cousins, my reason was so very lame because I told her that I need to practice for the nearest game. After all, it's been a while since I held a ball. Because I know, that even if I haven't held a fucking ball, for how many years my talent would remain. I reply

"Or perhaps, the reason why you're still behind is because of this sport you play. What is it? Football?" There was no way anyone in the world could make that mistake. The old bastard was just trying to piss him off. "Basketball." "A dying sport, but yes. You spend so much time practicing it, instead of actually focusing your grades." "I should spend most of my time, trying to..." He looked at him, so the man could see the smug look on his face. "Beat a girl?"

"Enough with this emotional trauma, let me give you some bad news.Cardi is cheating on my poor baby boy hunk the star basketball player with her ex boyfriend.She is so cheap...." "You and this basketball You are so obsessed with him..." I rolled my eyes at her.The fact that Drake also idolises him makes me hate this basketballer man more. "He is a god,Rich, handsome, charming and a talented basketballer.Trust me you can drop your pants by the sight of him .I can bet on my life he is hotter than Drake..." "I doubt that Vee..." "Do I show you his photo? Everytime I try to show you his photo, you are disinterested..."

I might be a little freaky, but it's not that horrible. I went for the basketball game, and it was against the most horrible team in the league. We are a mid team, but this was an easy win. Coach Bob didn't let me in until the last minute although the crowd were clamouring for me. The precious game got to everyone, and my performance might have made them temporarily fall in love with me. I made a three pointer before the game ended, and that was a sweet one. Back in my room, Chloe was looking kike she was going to war for me, and wouldn't leave until she had figured out who exactly put me in this mess.

He tenses up. "Uh, sure..." He replies, looking nervous as fuck. "Let's get this over with," I mumble, picking up a basketball and bouncing it a few times. All the boys take their positions on the other half of the field, and I just focus on the basket. What these boys don't know, is that I'm a great shooter. I can literally shoot from the other end of the field. So the joke's on 'Gabe'; I'm totally shooting in less than a minute.

We ended up getting a tie after an intense game and collapsed on the basketball court after making jokes about ourselves. “You probably underestimated me before the game because I look like someone who wouldn’t know anything except food, right?” He slammed me, and I couldn’t deny I chuckled and nodded to his accusation. He was right. I didn’t think he would be a great player. “It’s understandable. I don’t show interest in anything aside from food, so it’s okay,” he responded with a short laugh to lighten the mood. “Where did you learn basketball from?”

This what I heard: I hear him moan and cry so much more recently. It has been so long but for some weird reason he has started up again. Nothing is going to change, I've come way too far to tell everyone the truth now. I've fulfilled so many goals and I am just beginning. When he gets worse and starts banging his head against the wall I just turn on the song “Come Fly With Me” and put my headphone on to block the sound out. You know that old video of Michael Jordan in his prime. He was the reason why I started playing basketball, and he said in that video, that he got cut from his high school basketball team and proved them all wrong the following year by showing them how much he wanted it.