Im A Baller Novels & Stories

he stared at me in surprise. "Well you guys said that you'd kicked the ball a few times right? Or is there something else that you guys actually can't do." "I have a good control with the direction of the ball but I can't do anything fancy like you guys could. I can see why you said that we'd get thrashed." "Well, you guys can't help it if you suck since none of you had the proper training that we have." I teased and tossed the ball at him. "Why don't you try shooting a few shots and I'll play keeper."

**Liam** The ball suddenly rolled toward me, it was passed from one of my teammates. Perfect. This was my moment. My chance to take control—not just of the game, but of her attention. My legs moved on instinct, dribbling fast toward the opponent’s side, the pounding of my heart matched the thud of the ball against the grass.

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.

“By the way, Lapochka, I notice that you have some hectic muscle on your legs and upper thighs-” A growl from the stove as Kai continues to do whatever it is that he’s doing. “Okay, okay geez,” Nikolai says and holds up his hands while rolling his eyes. “Do you work out a lot, or is there another secret you’re hiding?” I look at Nikolai, surprised that he even noticed the muscle definition in my legs because they don’t really show. “I’m a dancer, more specifically a ballerina. Not professionally though; I was told that I am much too curvaceous to ever be a Prima Ballerina.” I say and see his eyes widen at my words.

"Shoot it." ​I laughed, a nervous, breathless sound as I shook my head stubbornly. "Are you insane? No. I don't do sports, Weller. I write books and songs. I read things. The closest I get to physical exertion is running away from your car in the morning." ​"I'm not asking, Gilbert. Shoot the ball." Mike leaned his hip against the training mirror, crossing his massive arms over his chest as he watched me. "Let’s see what you’ve got."

“But he refused to listen!” My head snapped up. Something inside me flared. I stood up slowly. “Who are you calling an exotic dancer?” I shot back. The room went still with the maids surprised. “I am a ballet dancer, A fucking World known Ballerina.” I continued, my voice rising. “An Olympic silver medalist. I have a career…Your son was going after my butt! Kissing my Ass!!. I never went for him!!” My jaw tightened. “…unlike your so…”

My father announced, insisting that he wanted me to marry Ava. The loud sounds of muttering echoed in the event room as everyone gossiped amongst themselves. My teammates stood aside, not interfering, and several other guests had shown up. My gaze fell on Enzo Lawrence. He smirked at me as he dressed in black clothing too. Even though Enzo didn't play for the Yellow Ballers, as he was among the Red Ballers players. He was a member of the Star-Field Pack basketball players, but he didn't like me.

Her hair is fixed in a bun on top her head exposing her graceful neck, she could pass for a ballerina any day of the week. “Sure am, beautiful. How was your day?” I slide my trainers off; everything is aching today. Practice was hard and I’m longing for a nice hot shower or even better a soak with bubbles in my over-sized tub with Immi. Mm, the thought twinges my dick.

I'm done. I'm not playing his stupid games anymore. •

I am insane, literally. ----