Im A Baller Novels & Stories

I surface shaking the water off my hair, and grab the ball. "Alright, I'm ready to show you all my incredible ball skills!" They all share a playful glance, ready for more amusement. I toss the ball to Mia, who effortlessly catches it with a grin. Madelaine splashes around, eagerly waiting for her turn. "Watch out, Ben! Mia might just beat you at your own game!" Made pipes in with pure laughter. "No chance, Madre! I've been practicing my moves!" As the game progresses, the pool becomes a hub of delight and friendly competition. I flawlessly catches passes, showing off my skills, while Mia playfully tries to outmaneuver me.

Warning!!! This chapter consists use of swear words and dirty choice of words. If you're below 18 please skip. Song for this chapter Fireboy DML - What If I Say. Eliakim Pespiration dripped down my face, down to my neck and my under arms as I rapidly bounced the ball thrice and dribbled pass my opponents aggressively.

I said in my mind. "He doesn't look good like his face." "hahaha" "I think so..." Each one of the members complained. I smirk and snatch the ball from the other member and dribble it a bit then fade away... Shoot of course and to think that I'm in the middle of the court when I did that stunt. Everyone stop and stay still for a moment. How's that, idiots... I think and smirk again. "Yeah I got a face and I can beat all of you wanna try me?"

Rex POV The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor echoed through the air as I sank another three-pointer. Cheers erupted from my teammates, and I shot them a lazy grin, basking in the attention. Basketball was my kingdom, and I was the king—captain of the team, the school's bad boy, and, apparently, every girl’s fantasy. But there was one girl who wasn’t falling over herself to get my attention, and that fact annoyed the hell out of me. Jenna Walker.

Riley Point of view *Flashback* "Samira," I caught the ball in my hand. It was just Ryder and me on the basketball court. This is usually where we meet up but the other two were held up by the teacher. "Who's Samira? Is that code name for Samantha?" "No, it's not. It just sounds familiar." Ryder said as I threw the ball back at him and he easily caught it. "And I told you I can't play basketball that well. I'm a football kind of type."

I know that he'll never be bother while playing basketball. "Except on that! You know me, huh? You know that I don't want to be bothered while playing basketball." He chuckled and I laugh at him. I knew it! This jerk! He'll betray me because of the damn basketball game! Unbelievable!

Or, I could just stop and make a choice now, so I did just that. I would decide tomorrow, not today, not when I can barely function without losing myself in my thoughts. The moment that decision settled in my mind, something in my chest loosened and relief rushed through me. “Focus on the ball,” I told myself. That was something I could control, and it would give me the time and opportunity to get my mind off him. And that meant I had to shop. That thought brought a smile to my face. I hadn’t been to a ball in years. And this was my first ball where I was going as an invited guest and not a luna. Just the thought of being out of most of the politics felt almost surreal.

“I'm a basketball player, not a rogue or mafia.” I turn to face him. “Trust me, my thoughts are far from the mafia.” He narrows his eyes at me. “But not far from rogue?” I shrug. “So, are you famous?” He glances at me again, his almost dry hair falling near his eyes again. “Among the ladies? Yes I am. I roll my eyes. What a show off! “I mean as a basketball player,” I say. “Are you famous or a newbie?” He doesn't respond, rather, he points towards the shelf at the far end of the room.

Everyone played like their future depended on it. Maybe it did. I adjusted my shin guards and jogged a lap around the field, letting my muscles warm up. The rhythm of my steps steadied something in my chest. This was mine. Not the drama, or the hallway whispers, or the looks people gave me during the party as I danced with Lilian. This. The ball rolled toward me and I trapped it cleanly under my foot. A freshman I didn’t recognize nodded nervously. “Run it,” I told him. He did.

Astrid rolled her eyes at us before leaving the room, we all burst out laughing. “Well, this is my first Ball” I say as a nervous excitement settles in my stomach. They both get a lazy smile, both offering me their arm. Smiling, I take both arms offered and fit right in the middle of the two God like men the Goddess blessed me with. Adira was purring as she baskets in the presence of her mates.