Novel & Cerita Fool Of Me Love And Basketball

he whispered. "No," I corrected, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. "A fool is someone who doesn't know better. You knew exactly what you were doing when you used my love to build this company. You used me as a stepping stone and kicked me away when you reached the top. Now, I’m just pulling the stone out from under your feet. Don't pretend you're shocked."

Sophia “Nothing, Carter.” I almost slapped myself earlier for forgetting that Carter was on the line. “Is that so?” His deep voice sounded raspy as I sensed he didn't believe me. He must know that I'm lying. “Yes. That is just me messing with Ace's head.” He chuckled darkly over the line as I gripped the phone tighter to my ear. “Very well, sweet pea. I believe you.” He concluded but deep down I knew he had his reservations about this brand new me.

"It's probably just admiration for famous people." Brooklyn sighed, rolling her eyes in a gesture of mock despair. "I know Milo is a hottie and he plays cool guitars. I don't want you acting like one of those crazy girls. There's a loss of decency. You're part of the cheerleading squad now, understand?"

"Fool boy. Didn't Cassie teach you anything? Love is a weakness. One you'll soon come to regret." In a sudden rush, he leaped at me, a knife glinting with deadly intent in his grip. Reflexes honed by sports took over instantly. I dodged swiftly to the side, narrowly evading the fatal arc of the knife. His momentum drove forward. Edward and I seized the opportunity, grabbing his wrist and trying to take away his knife.

“Nothing much.” But my heart twisted as soon as I said the name. Because it didn’t feel like nothing. The night had been replaying in my mind like a movie on a constant loop. By mid-afternoon, Nora was helping me finish my shift at the hotel. Sometimes she came along like that just to keep me company while I worked. She leaned against my cart scrolling through her phone. “Ugh,” she said dramatically. “Why are basketball players so damn hot?” I laughed weakly. “You and your athletes.”

I point to the freshly baked muffins through the glass that stole my attention. "Thank you." I smile receiving the small brown paper bag and cup. I push pass the chatting guys behind me. They have been going on about basketball the whole bloody time. Who is the best. Scored the most. If Michael Jordan is mentioned once again in my presence I might roll them into balls and throw them through a hoop myself.

"Nailed it!" "Yep," I answer nonchalantly, even though I want to call him out about this catchphrase he's been overusing lately, but I don't. He knows basketball is my least favorite sport of them all. Especially these days when watching players run up and down on the court, back and forth on the screen, over and over and over, makes me want to toss my cookies. He drops his arms in defeat. "You don't sound very excited. That was an impressive shot. He had two defenders on him."

The training was fun. I didn't realize that I was good at basketball. I never missed a basket, thanks to my powers. I was surprised that Solomon was also good at it. We made accurate three-pointers while the other boys watched with their jaws dropped. Coach, on the other hand, was impressed with our display and was delighted to have discovered us ( even though I made him find us out with force).

The MC announced. Mum suddenly grabbed my hand anxiously, “I never knew basketball could be this tough, our Moon” Mum panicked, “Come on mum already have some fate in your grandson will you?” “Of course I do, I'm just worried” “Yessssssss………!” The audience began to scream and we both look up to see that Moon has scored another three points goal and he did the sign *I love you* To his fans cheering on him “Superstar Moon has made another remarkable points by scoring a three points field goal twice just in the start of the game, and now the LUV are leading, the NSS are not smiling either, the game is getting tougher” The MC announced, as the game kept on going,

“About what I said earlier, I meant it. I want to make it up to you. You have my word. I promise to be a better father from today forward. I will show you. I will make up for all the things we missed together. If I mess up, you can make the decision, but please give me this chance. I wouldn’t waste it; I will take you to a basketball game.” “I don’t like basketball,” I retort. “Oh…” He sounds disappointed, his palms grinding against his pants. But it’s not my fault; he played his part in getting me to the phase of hating basketball. I still remember when he would either switch off the TV or ask me to leave the living room whenever he walked in. I still remember when he took out my basketball