Fool Of Me Love And Basketball นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Not from myself. “Told you,” he says in my ear. “Magic.” “It was,” I breathe, being honest. “Does that mean you love basketball now?” “Don’t push it.”

He's trying to grab it but I won't let him, right? "You know..." he looked at me and smiled. "I love you, don't I?" And with that, he quickly kissed my cheek. At the same time as I was dumbfounded by what he did, he completely snatched the ball from me. Okay, we lost… and that's because I'm fragile. I first sat down on the bench at the side of the court to catch my breath, while Israel and the children were still playing basketball. I did my best to shoot the ball but it seems like playing basketball is not my cup of tea. Since my childhood, I have never been interested in any ball games.

When I was little, Mom once said, “You love playing with water so much, why don’t you just live in the toilet?” So I sat beside the toilet all night, until my legs went numb and I could not stand. They laughed and called me stupid. I only thought people said things in confusing ways. Lucas loved using that against me. Just last week, he deliberately knocked over my water bottle. Hot water soaked through my textbooks. He stood there with a crooked smile. “Oops, Mason. My bad. I didn’t mean to do that.” “You’re so smart, though. You must have memorized everything already, right?”

Atleast enough, to be able to forget me. “I don't love you anymore.” I don't believe you, Steph. But even if it is true, I'll change it. I can't live knowing, I lost you over my stupidity. Because I was too big of a coward to realize how much that one girl meant to me. I heard the dribble of a basketball right behind me, I turned abruptly, but was a second too late. Kevin started to make some clever moves, fake-throwing the ball in one direction before swiftly changing course and sinking a shot from another angle. Usually, I always caught onto it. But today, today my mind was already quite occupied.

I say with all seriousness as he looks back up from his coffee. "I also got basketball scholarship into Oregon state university." "That's great! You love basketball." "My parents say it's stupid," He laughs humorlessly. "They call what I love 'stupid'. Can you believe it?" Risking my chances, I lay a hand over his across the table. "It's not stupid. I've seen you play, and you were pretty good." He turns his hand over, grips mine, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "You should come to one of my games, watch me get all the fans."

Sienna Carter has three rules: keep her grades high, avoid drama, and never—ever date an athlete. But when a cheating ex shatters her pride, a transfer to Northgate University throws her straight into the path of Scott McCall, Alpha, quarterback, and campus golden boy. From the first clash, it’s war: football team versus cheer squad, Alpha versus Alpha. Then a scandal threatens Scott’s career, and his only way out is a fake relationship with the one girl immune to his charm. What starts as a game of pretend turns dangerously real. Rivalry becomes chemistry, banter becomes fire, and with sabotage lurking in the shadows, Sienna and Scott must decide if their fake bond is strong enough to sur

A small, stupid hope whispered that maybe he wasn't online, and that maybe this obsession was just mine to carry. The screen refreshed. And there he was. Top of the list. Verified. Every inch of him was exactly as magnetic as memory made him. @lloyd.Luxen, 200k followers, athlete, basketball highlight reels, a grin that screamed I know I'm trouble. His bio read: 🏀 "Not everything needs to be figured out." Of course it didn't. Guys like him never had to figure things out, the world just bent to their rhythm. The first photo stopped me cold, him mid-air, jersey clinging, and the entire court blurred beneath his leap. The next was a grin, with his teeth flashing, and arms spread as if he owned

I did not want to keep looking at it. I walked over to the window. Outside the street was mostly empty. A couple walked by laughing about something. One of them nudged the other on the shoulder. It looked so easy. I turned away from the window. Basketball used to feel like the hardest thing in my life. All those early practices and conditioning and playing hurt. But none of that compared to this. Loving someone you could not really have was wearing me out.

~ "In the hoop, the damn hoop. Throw the ball in the fuckin hoop." As speculated before, I am not good at basketball. Even though this was my first try, I could tell I'm going nowhere far with this sport. Walter was already popping veins telling me what to do. I shot the ball to the hoop but it hit the metal ring around it and came rolling back to my feet. Walter looked at my failure for the nth time today and pinched the bridge of his nose with irritation. "How do you fight with this crappy hand-foot coordination?" he asked as he let out a sigh.

“If you actually wanted to get off that bad, you could’ve just come to me. You didn’t have to go screw a total stranger in some fucking toilet stall—!” I turned, raked my fingers through my hair, swore under my breath. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck… I’ve spent the last thirty-six hours thinking maybe—maybe—this was my fault. That I hadn’t tried hard enough, hadn’t fought enough. I kept telling myself that maybe I failed somewhere, and you just... slipped.” I laughed bitterly. “But no. I didn’t fail, Selene. I didn’t. You did.” That’s when she started to laugh. Softly at first—like a choking sound—but then it grew louder, messier. And the laughter turned to sobs. She pressed her hand against her face, wi