The Basketball Diaries の小説・ストーリー

A huge digital number with the number 2 appears on the HOME team's scoreboard. “Have you ever watched a basketball game before?” I ask Lily, without taking my eyes off the players who are already moving again, so fast I can barely keep up. “Yes, I like sports… especially basketball.” She gives a wicked smile, and I can understand the meaning behind her words. Indeed, there's something charming about it, I have to admit… At least Jasper looks really attractive, running like this, with his black hair falling over his forehead, wet with sweat.

As for Sophia in the car, she finally made a decision and asked Jill to drive the car to the hospital. In the ward. Daniel King watched the live broadcast of the basketball game on TV with excitement. "Nine o'clock, nine o'clock, there's a sniper there, can't you see it?" David laments as he is a loyal fan of the basketball games. At this moment, Daniel saw someone ambushing his team and was so angry that he wished he could go directly into the TV to play the game himself. "That's just their strategy to win the game." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

I replied nodding my head, “The basketball team always plays a match at the beginning of every semester, can you come watch and cheer for me?” “Huh? Are you in the basketball?” “Hmm, I recently transferred to this school, and trust me, I’m a good basketball player, I can't wait to kick some ass and you're my only friend please come support me, please?” He pleaded giving me his cute puppy eyes Oh no, Liam is the college best basketball player, that means they are going to rival against Kelly’s team.

she paused dramatically, “…the entire basketball team usually shows up shirtless.” I blinked at her. “You had me at crusty yellow bulbs.” She swatted my arm, but before she could retort, the classroom door opened. And of course, because the universe clearly hated me, in walked Levi. His jaw was tense, bruises still painting his knuckles like war medals. He didn’t even glance in my direction as he strode past, dropping into his seat like the very air annoyed him. I tried not to stare but I failed. Diana followed my gaze, then smirked. “Ohhh, I see.”

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

Guess not everyone around Clement thought like him. I liked his comment The next day, Madison took down the video. Later, I got a call from Clement. "Are you out of your mind? Madison's just a college girl who hasn't even graduated. You seriously went after her online? What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make sure I never take you back?

Now I'm naked, just standing there watching myself. My dick hangs soft, with my balls below. I run my hands over my chest, feeling the smooth scars from surgery. This is me, Jordan, a trans guy owning his body. I turn to the side, checking out my hips and thighs. It all feels right. I wanna feel everything, touch every part until I explode.

It was basketball, not military training. So, finally, here I am. On the court. Half naked, even though my body is sexy as fuck, but still. My dignity. I go get the ball, ignoring the snickers from the others. I'm sleep deprived and my finger is still throbbing. Prolly going to go numb soon. I bounce it and aim to throw it into the net. That doesn't fucking work, because I fall. I slip on someone's sweat and fall right on it. "Matheos 2, stop the games and fucking shoot this ball. And they said you're talented like your brother."

."Maybe," Audrey said, shrugging like it was no big deal. Inside, her mind raced: Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Basketball games were her secret ritual—sitting in the bleachers, pretending to scroll her phone while stealing glances at him darting across the court, sweat gleaming on his arms, jersey clinging to his chest.The scrimmage kicked off right after last bell, the gym thumping with sneakers squeaking on polished wood and the sharp swish of the net. Audrey and Aria claimed their usual spot midway up the bleachers, surrounded by a smattering of girlfriends and stray students killing time. The boys' team was split into shirts versus skins—Morgan, of course, on skins, his torso already

“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.”