The Basketball Diaries の小説・ストーリー

DYLAN I was in school early because we had basketball practice. It was playoff season so coach was getting the sweats out of us. After completing the bet the atmosphere in the pitch was back to how it has always been there no more side comment about me being in the lame play, I get compliments wherever I turn to and Stanley has been visibly upset when he saw me and it showed in the way he played, he was very violent trying to force the ball out of my hand roughly that coach had sent him to the bench. He wasn’t taking it well, which made me even more happy.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page. Her fingers trembled with curiosity. She turned the page. …. Diary Entry – Page One “Episode 1 – Her First Time with a Stranger” The cool night air kissed her skin as she stood outside the bar, her breath visible in the dim glow of the streetlamp. She watched him from a distance, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering neon sign. He was older, his features sharp and weathered, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips as he lit it with a flick of his wrist.

“Why basketball?” “What will you do if you fail?” Ezra always answered. “I won’t.” “Because it’s the only time my head shuts up.” “Because my dad needs something to believe in.” One day, Ezra slid a folded paper across the table. “What’s this?” Matteo asked. “A schedule. My games. In case you ever want to see one.” Matteo stared at it. “Why would I?” Ezra shrugged. “Because I’m going to be great.”

Adam closed the diary slowly, his fingers lingering on the edge like he was holding onto the last line a second longer than he needed to. He stared at the cover, quiet for a beat. “…Alright, Theo,” he muttered. He leaned back, exhaling, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he processed it. This one didn’t hit as hard as the others. No power plays, no domination games, no calculated manipulation. Just a guy who lied… and then got in too deep to control it.

"Fine. But I'm not going to watch." He stood up and walked to the window, his back to Damian, his arms crossed over his chest. Damian slid the rubber band off and opened the diary. The first page was dated seven years ago. Sebastian's handwriting was smaller then, more careful, like he was still learning how to take up space on the page. "Saw him today. The junior tournament. Number 17. Rebels. He scored twice. I couldn't stop staring."

I will make him watch me take what's his, which it's his best friend, his trust and precious control. The idea feels so dangerous but the satisfaction that meets the risk is what makes it perfect. I will orchestrate it so he comes home early to catch us in the act and realizes exactly how it feels to be the one hidden in the shadows. Blake.The name alone sends a fresh throb through me as he is Jim's Best friend since college and he's always around for barbecues with game nights. But last summer in the kitchen while Jim was grilling outside, he had lingered as his hot broad shoulders filling the doorway which our eyes locked with extreme hunger.

It wasn't him I was nervous about. It was the building… the feeling of being trapped. I released a slow breath. "Thanks." She bumped her shoulder lightly against mine. "Don't make it weird." I chuckled softly. We walked in silence for a while until we rounded the corner and found ourselves standing in front of several posters plastered across the walls. BASKETBALL FINALS. TOMORROW. 3:00 PM. My steps slowed automatically as my chest tightened. I pressed my lips together and forced myself to look away.

Two entirely separate entities closing in on her life, both of them operating with a level of precision that made the university district feel like a fragile paper set piece. She stared at the white card, the black ink of the telephone number looking steady and demanding under the harsh afternoon sun. They didn't know about the book yet, but Davan had just confirmed every terrifying suspicion she had shared with Elias. The board wasn't just crowded anymore. It was completely surrounded.

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