Fool Of Me Love And Basketball Mga Nobela at Kwento

'Be my girlfriend, Meg'. 'Excuse me?' 'I said be my girlfriend'. 'I heard you but you don't just say things like that out of the blue and why does it feel like you are not asking?' 'Because I'm not, you have to say yes'. 'Only if you score more hoops than me and promise to share all your hoodies'. 'Deal'. I picked up the ball and ran to the court Pokello had them make scoring my first hoop. He snatched the ball and easily scored his.

He whispered, brushing stray hair from my eyes. Do I? What am I even doing? Do I really just want to be touched badly that I'm fantasising about my friends? Lucas just came back for Christ sake! I stepped back and out of the moment. "That was so cringe Luc, did they teach you that in Texas?" I laughed, stealing the ball from him and running hopelessly to make a hoop. Of course I couldn't. I groaned in frustration, kicking the ball. "You're so awful at sports" Lucas laughed, picking the ball again.

I sat down on my bed Thinking about the way I treated Sylvia today, the kind of words I used on her. Why will I even feel guilty she called for it by asking me to be her driver. Gosh how humiliating. I thought about the test, who could have really helped me out? And then I thought about the basketball. I never imagined that I'll be given a chance to remain in the basket ball team all because of one person. Okay I really don't know if they are the same person but who the Fuck are these people? I know you are wondering why I will have to take the basket ball issue serious but hell basket ball is my life and if I was kicked out of the team I would have bury my pride down the drain just to beg

to say that in a sarcastic tone, he had to hold himself after all he was the one who bumped on the poor boy. "I'm inviting you to play basketball with us this evening. Thevenue is a basketball court on the other side of campus very close to the Halls of residence," the student said. Basketball is one sport that Audrey has never imagined himself playing he was often told that he has the heights for basket va, if he could consider trying it out but never for once did he go to the court with his father and brother whenever they went he felt the game was too boring he often preferred playing soccer to it , Derrick on the other hand was big fan of basketball, he has literally watched almost all

An idiot. I wondered if most of those times he would stare at me and think. "this girl is such a fool". I wanted to cry. I fooled myself. I fooled my ancestors for a man. Immediately the class ended, I made my way out and rushed to find Izan. He has always been very passionate about basketball so I went to the court hoping that maybe he was there, mayne I could see him, maybe he could tell me what was going on with them. However, the basketball court was devoid of any humans. There was nobody there and I estimated that they must all be in their classes.

The familiar bounce of the basketball echoed in the distance, a melody that always promised solace. As I stepped onto the court, I grabbed a ball, the familiar weight of the ball in my hands, I felt a great sense of control, a moment of escape from the tangled web of my family dynamics. The sun casted long shadows as I started to dribble, reminded myself that I just wanted to be better, to find a space where I could excel without the weight of expectations. The familiar aroma of sweat and the rhythmic sounds of basketball echoed as I approached the court. My Coach, a seasoned mentor with a grizzled beard, stood on the sidelines, clipboard in hand. He looked up, a knowing twinkle in his eye a

"Sh*t. Is this also possible? I see now. This kid can only shoot three-pointers and he doesn't know how to play. Although he is in the lead now, he won't win." "I've never seen a big hook three meters from the three-point line in my entire f*cking life!" "With my years of experience in playing basketball, it's impossible to make it in!" No matter what everyone said, everyone's eyes moved forward with the curving basketball in the air. "It won't go in!" Zhong Anguo also turned his head and looked towards the basket. A crisp brushing noise sounded. The basketball launched like a missile, as it accurately went into the basket. It was another shot without hitting the backboard.

JOSH's POV The ball hit the ground before bouncing back up at me. I gripped it in my hands, bent my knees and shoot it towards the basket. It soared through the air and hit the rim, fell to the ground without ever touching the net. I missed. I always miss. I've been trying to learn how to play this fucking game but I didn't know why I couldn't master it. I dribbled the ball a few more times and took another shot. Another miss.

I turned myself around and buried my head into James’s chest as I pleaded in a whisper. “Don’t you love basketball the most?” He pretended not to hear my pleas. Before I transmigrated into the book, I was stuck in a hospital bed daily. My only hobby was watching basketball games. I thought I could finally experience the joy of playing on the court after transmigrating into the book, only to end up with this cursed milk production physique. It would be absurd to watch a player make three-pointers while spraying milk on the court! Of the three male leads, James was a skilled basketball player. As such, I often watched him play the games.

He suddenly stopped so I looked up at him and he just smiled at me, guessing that he was just covering the sugary feeling that he's feeling deep inside. Psh, he is so obvious that it's making him look so innocent and cute. "Omg, babeee! Let's try the Hoops Basketball! You are so so soo good at playing basketball, right? RIGHT!? Show ME! Show EVERYONE just how good you are!" I heard a woman by my side say as they approached the basketball game. Oh, that looks fun! "Oldie, are you good at playing basketball?" "Hm, not really. I was just an All-star game MVP during high school. Why?" Oh, wow. Seriously? He is just? JUST?