Im A Baller Novels & Stories

He shouts and I shoot a few more daggers at him. I turn towards the ball that stands in front of my legs like a...ball? And I have to kick it? Just then, something whooshes past me and the ball is gone. I whip around to find Tristian already running with the ball. "Hey! Wait!!" I run behind him but he is already far from my reach and kicks the ball on the imaginary court. "Boo. That was not fun. I expected more from you Barbie doll." Tristian pouts.

His expression was one of intense, almost solemn seriousness. "Helena, if you can't believe in yourself right now, then try to believe in me. You are incredible. There is no one better than you in this world. And if the world doesn't see that, it's the world's problem.“ The sadness in Helena's eyes wavered, giving way to a small spark of timid joy. ”Well... if the mighty President Ballmer says so, who am I to disagree?" she joked, trying to ease the tension, but her heart was beating wildly.

Camelia muttered. "Why didn't you tell him?" I asked. “Olivia, how am I going to tell him that he plays on the basketball team and all the girls have eyes on them, and why would he look at me?” Camelia quipped. "Oh Camelia my dear, you are so beautiful..anyone would wish for you." I smiled softly and turned to see William, but he wasn't there. “Where can I see a basketball player if I want to talk to someone?” I asked.

The ball has caused a lot of trouble , but I know of one person that is really happy after the ball- Layla. I'm so glad she found her mate, I just hope he treats her right. After my curiosity gets the better of me, I find myself walking to Layla's room. I knock and the door and wait for her to call me in. After hearing some scuffing around the door finally opens. Layla is in a white dress shirt and her hair is a complete mess. Behind her I see a man that is struggling to close the zipper of his pants. He has light hair with light brown eyes. He is more tanned then Layla but still a bit pail. He has a 6 pack and a toned body. The twins are much better built then him, but I won't voice my opin

I have a toddler for god’s sake. His eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? Well then, nothing to worry about. Come on, I will introduce you to some friends. I might seem like a player tonight, but I swear I’m not like this all the time. It's just the pre-ball vibes. Loosen up a little.”

“I am so sorry you missed me, should I give you the ball so you will try again?” I sniff and wipe at my nose with the back of my hand. “I wanted to hit your fucking face!” My voice comes out watery and hoarse. I am surprised at the curse that flew at of my mouth so effortlessly. “I wish I was not such a lousy throw.” “That is okay,” he says calmly, “nobody needs to be an excellent thrower anyway. Except baseball players, of course. Besides, you are already a good ballet dancer.” I burst into a fit of laughter. I know I must sound like a pig because I am snorting amidst the laughter and then I am crying again.

“Or is there an embarrassing story behind why you don't want to?” I laughed, feeling the tension start to ease. “Alright, let me think…” I tapped my chin, pretending to ponder deeply. “Okay, here’s one. I used to want to be a ballerina.” Felix raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “You? A ballerina?”

“I’m Raze.” “As in short for Crazy?” Instead of taking his hand, I fold my arms across my chest. “Sure. If that’s what does it for you.” He winks, pulling his hand back. “Ball-busting girls do it for me so I’m in heaven, babe. Be all the rude you can be.” “Sorry. I’m not usually this rude or abrasive.” To stop myself from apologizing for other faults, I run a hand through my tangled, unholy mess of hair.

I am too tired to think normally, let alone like the highly intelligent woman I claim to be. “Does that mean we can take a nap?” I ask, finally yawning and looking at my best friend. She doesn’t know it, but I can see the tension in her shoulders every day as we get closer to my test. Shit, the warriors’ ball is coming up and I’m not even sweating that. Who cares if I have a mate and who they are if I end up a rogue?

“It’s when … well, y’know how when you’re making tea and you dip the … uh … bag in the water? It’s kind of like that but … in the game, it’s just a dumb way of showing that you’re better than an opponent by … putting your balls on them.” Kiera raised an eyebrow when she heard me say the word “balls” like she was intrigued. “But they’re wearing costumes, aren’t they? You can’t actually see their … balls, right?” “Armor,” I corrected. She doesn’t care what it’s called, dumbass. “But yes. It’s just kind of a stupid meme that everyone does when they’re playing.”