Fool Of Me Love And Basketball Novels & Stories

That's a trauma response. So here I am. In the basketball court at nine o'clock on a Tuesday night holding a basketball like it personally wronged me, while the most infuriating human being on the planet stands six feet away with his arms crossed and his face doing that completely unbothered thing that makes me want to either throw the ball at him or walk into the ocean. "You're still dropping your shoulder," Noah pointed with a frown. "You're still talking," I said. "Shoot!" I shot. The ball hit the backboard at an angle that suggested it had somewhere better to be, bounced twice, and rolled to a stop directly at Noah's feet. He looked down at it and up at me.

Call me a sentimental idiot. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. I just shrugged. I didn't know what to say because I wasn't sure for myself why I am here. "Come on." He guided me towards the court grabbing my hand with a mischievous smile which means he is up to nothing good for me. He passed the ball to me and said, "Come on, shoot." "Are you kidding me?" I asked him in disbelief. I never once have touched a basketball in my life.

“I've been playing it since I was a child?” “Really?” I asked in surprise sitting up, “Yeah, you sound like you're interested in my story” He glanced at me and focussed his eyes back on the road, “Of course, I am, you're my best friend, so I want to ask what inspired you to start playing basketball?” “Me?” “Hmmm, tell me who made you love basketball?” “It's my dad” “Is he a basketball player?” “He likes basketball he's so good with it, he had the passion for it, he would have become big if he had pursued it, but my mum never allowed him to do what he wanted, and eventually he died of depression”

“C’mon man. Think about it. This is our last year in high school, and you two will be separated. Are you okay that you haven’t declared your feelings yet?” “I get your point, but I also told you we’re just friends -- Good friends!” “Who are you trying to convince… me?” “Never mind. Let’s talk about our basketball try-outs instead.” “Oh! The try-out. I’m not going.” “Why?” “I got busted, man. You know my dream really is to go to Seoul to study. And basketball is only a hobby for me. I joined the practice because I wanted to play with you but never expected I’ll make it to the try-out. I received a hard scolding from my mom when she found out. Good luck, though.”

"In your dreams." I know I'm going to lose because I've played basketball only a few times, and I'm not exactly tall, but it's fun to banter with him. He laughs, tossing me the ball. "Alright, Trouble. Let's begin." I catch it awkwardly before dribbling the ball, feeling a bit clumsy. You can do this, Zoe! Give it a shot. Encouraging myself, I run for the basket, trying to score. As expected, I miss the shot, and the ball bounces off the rim, but Sky still cheers for me.

“You get the first shot.” Leo took up position at the top of the court, right behind the three-point line, and went for a jump shot. The ball swished through the hoop. Grabbing the rebound, I dribbled out to where he’d stood and went for the exact same shot. I hadn’t played any sort of basketball in close to ten years, but I still managed to get the ball to rattle inside the rim, damn near sinking the shot before the basket decided it didn’t like the flavor and regurgitated the ball back out onto the pavement. “That’s ‘H’,” He said, scooping up the ball. “Playing ball with my son”. A sentence I never thought I’d hear. A son I barely knew, sure, but my boy regardless. This was fun. More fun t

Leana and Miracle were like two peas in a pod, giggling and chatting about girl stuff that didn't interest me. When the players took to the court, I felt a twinge of envy. Basketball was my unfulfilled dream, but fate had other plans for me. Becoming a successful billionaire wasn't a bad consolation prize. "Are you having fun?" I asked, squeezing Miracle's hand as the game began. "Yup!" she replied, beaming. "I love basketball." "And I love you more," I said, leaning in for a kiss. She gasped and turned her head away.

Actually, I went very near to them and I even joined them playing basketball, though I didn't know how to shoot that ball, there was nothing to lose if I tried. My intention was not totally playing balls, but to hurt the ball boy and make him show his anger to me, so that he would asked me to play one on one, but I didn't really want to play, I wanted a real fight and to kill that ball boy, so that it would end. I had not got any points in shooting the ball to the ring, but I got many points in hurting him, as I did many fouls.

I put on sweat pants, a 'Go blue dragon top I got for the team and a black canvas. I walk back to the basketball court and grab a ball from a basket holding quite a lot of balls. I bounce the ball to the floor and make a nice shot. I grab the second one and take another shot. "I love someone else Gabriel," my mum's voice echoes in my ear. I grab the next ball and throw it hard against the wall, this time not directed at the net. "You don't mean that," my dad's voice quivers knowing how much he loves my mum.

So lame. “You don’t deserve to love me if you are such a fool like this. Yeah, you are a fool.” I speak clearly even if I know that the fool between us is also me. I am such a fool like him. a fool who was madly in love with a foolish guy like him… “So if you are a guy enough to love me… fight for it till the end…” Is it raining right now? Why do my cheeks feel like it was feeling droplets of rain falling?