Novel & Cerita Fool Of Me Love And Basketball

He'd grab late-night street food with me, run around in the rain with me like a couple of idiots, and surprise me on my birthday. I thought that was love. Later, I realized it was just the patience of a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait.

What’s this mysterious source of their enmity anyway? “Meanie!” She grumbles. They’re heading for the abandoned basketball court. Since people rarely pass that place, they can hang out there for a long time. Nathan helps her to squeeze in through the narrow gate and they head for the bench across the court. Halsey settles there while Nathan attempts to show off in front of his girlfriend. He dribbles the ball smoothly and scores a basket from a distance. “I think I’ll date a lawyer who’s an NBA player in his free time!” Halsey jokes.

You should be thanking me. An intense roaring filled my head as the cold and hard truth hit me. It was as if my world was crumbling right before my eyes. I snapped entirely. "You enjoyed playing the role of someone with speech impairment, huh?" I picked up the mop and swung it at Felicia and Aaron. "You sure are generous, Mr. Schumer. You don't seem to mind tangling with an heiress who happens to be an ordinary bottom-feeder's sloppy seconds!" Just as the mop was inches away from Aaron, Felicia shielded him. I couldn't draw the mop back in time, and all I heard was a muffled thud as the mop struck her squarely on the arm.

“I just don’t know how to be enough.” “Adonis,” I said softly, “you don’t have to prove anything. Not to your dad. Not to your coach. Not even to me.” “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice tightening. “If I’m not good at basketball, then I’m nothing. That’s what people expect. That’s what I expect from myself.” “You’re wrong,” I whispered. “You’re more than just basketball.” He didn’t answer right away. He stared down at the grass, pulling at the blades between his fingers.

Coach Justin shouted from a corner of the basketball court, but all I cared about was Caleb, my sweet Caleb. I am Deborah Fleming, the basketball team's assistant that no one cares about and I love this job because it mostly keeps me close to Caleb, my crush since childhood. The same crush I've been harboring for years, building up the courage to finally tell him how I feel. Just as Caleb made a slam dunk, the ball bounced off the rim and shot straight at me. Before I could have time to react, it hit me squarely on my nose, making my glasses fly off my face and hit the floor with a soft rattle.

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

"Yes. He's a former colleague. He made a mistake in his middle age and was fired by the company. He's under great pressure now, and the employment environment isn't that favorable. He can't find a good job." Jackson understood that well. "That's right. It seems that he's just a lazy person. Otherwise, if he had real skills, he wouldn't need to do this kind of work." I nodded. Trevor's work ability was never strong. Otherwise, he would not have wasted so many years in the position as a supervisor. After being fired, he became infamous in the industry. No company wanted to hire him at all. Not to mention the things happening at home. His aunt Laura was desperate. She even asked him to do live

I nod. "Wait how'd you know that?" He asked. "When you have an older brother and you're the only one who he can play it with when you're young, you get to be influenced by the game." I say. He smiled. "Guy's gal. Alright. Let's play." Both of us headed to the ring and he starts grabbing the basketball. He stands right across me while dribbling the ball. "I won't go hard on you." He says. "Oh please. All those Lebron James, Dwayne Wade and Kobe Bryant moves are all in here." I pointed to my temple.

I asked, my voice shaking with frustration. Marcus glanced at Coach Daniels before telling me that my mother had believed the danger had finally passed. Coach immediately corrected him, saying she knew it hadn’t. According to him, my mother had contacted him before I arrived and asked him to watch over me without telling me why. I felt betrayed all over again. My basketball career had seemed like a fresh start, but apparently people had been watching me long before I stepped onto this campus.

Roman’s POV Our coach is a bastard. Really, I'm not even trying to be insulting but he is. Our coach, Coach Mikel is a six feet three giant oaf, scary as hell to everyone but his nine year old daughter, Hailey. He has been working us so hard for hours, because we lost our last game, which we played against Everton High Wolves, one of our rivals. The punishment is making me reconsider joining the team in the first place. I love the sport and have over seven jerseys signed by the crème de la crème of the sport from legends like Michael Jordan to Lebron James. But most importantly, I love playing the sport as a way to exercise and pass off time, I rarely enjoy competitive basketball playing.