Practically, the entire gymnasium of students stared at what just occurred before them.
W-what just happened? Did he just made a nearly half-court shot!? From the bleachers at that! Exchange of dialogues surfaced amongst the players on the court and the students left within the bleachers.
I smiled before shouting to drag everyone back to reality, "Hey! Watch where your shooting next time will ya!?"
Unexpectedly, a player yelled back, "We sure will!"
I glanced at that person and realized that was Ian. Wait, am I getting rusty? How did I not notice him entering my class? This Ian...he has to at least be a Beta Wolf, that's the only explanation. It's settled, I'll have to become stronger preferably sooner than later. I'm not sure what other surprises this school....no this continent has to offer I thought with an arched eyebrow and distorted face as I stroked my chin before collapsing to my seat.
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About forty-minutes passed before my final class of the day came to an end. As everyone went to the lockers for a change back into their normal attire a familiar voice made an announcement from a speaker within the Gym.
"Good evening students! This your principal speaking. I'm here to inform you of the afternoon announcements. For the students who are heading home and are traveling by busses, please make your way out to the bus ramp immediately. If you have other means of transportation please head towards the front office. And for the last announcement, if you are interested in joining the basketball team then today is the last day for you to do so. Please make sure you speak to the practitioners in the gymnasium for more details. That will be all and have a wonderful evening."
With that, my mother ended her allegation. After standing there listening to the entire thing I was ready to vacate the gymnasium with the few other students who were already out. I proceeded to walk down the stairs that pathed between the rows of the bleachers. Before making a right towards the exit after reaching the court canvas a voice stopped me.
"Hey, you there! Freidich is it." I turn around to see two figures. One was a woman with a phenomenal physique. She had dark blue hair with orange eyes dressed in tights that showed her luscious thighs. The other was a tall muscular figure that had a finger pointed at me signaling me to stop. He was an instructor, who wore a white T-shirt with blue jersey shorts. He amassed long brown hair that extended towards his next to harmonize with his light brown eyes.
Holy shit! How tall is this guy? I thought as I looked at the towering figure who seemed to be at least 6-foot 7-inches. I soon snapped out of daze before responding in a calm tone, " Yes, that's me."
"Good, seeing today is the last day I want you to join the basketball team, " said the instructor who now wore an intrigued smile.
Join the basketball team huh? I guess he liked my shot earlier. Well, it might be a good idea but I'm just too lazy for all that. So much free time will be wasted. But seeing that Ian is here with a few other interesting students....why not join?
After thinking and glancing around I replied, "Are you sure...that I can join?"
This kid. What kind of question is that? From the shot, you made a while ago and looking at your size up close of course you can join! Hehe, I think this basketball season is going to be different from all the others we ever had the instructor thought after analyzing Freidich's character.
"Well of course! I believe you'll become a great asset to the team!" the instructor replied with a bright smile and folded arms.
"If you say so then I'll trust you, " I said with a shy facade attitude as I averted my gaze from the instructor.
"Great! Now gather around with the rest of the group," the practitioner stated but his demeanor shifted from nice to being deadly serious.
Interesting....this guy means business I thought with a well-hidden smile before walking towards the group. There were about twenty boys that stood in that group. The only one who knew was Ian and so he was the one I approached before standing next to him.
"We meet again," he looked up at me and said after noticing me closing in toward him.
"For real. Last time we were interrupted," I said with a joking smile. But before we could exchange any other dialogue the instructor spoke.
"Hello gentleman, as you can see we have a new face here among us. I think you all recognize him by now from what transpired earlier on today. But I want to know who oils like to test his abilities," the instructor stated as he glanced at everyone in the group.
Though I was taken back from the instructor's statement, I didn't have a soft backbone to turn down a challenge from anyone who wished to test me.
Soon enough a player raised their hand before saying," Mr. Keith I'd like to take a crack at him."
"Ohh, Alphonse. It isn't the prospected captain himself. I see you want to educate your rookies," Mr. Keith said with a smirk.
"With all due respect, Yes sir!" Alphonse simply replied.
"Good then everybody makes way to the bleachers! Ian go grab and basketball and we'll start this rookies practice," Mr. Keith ordered and everyone followed.
....
"I feel bad for that rookie," said a boy heading towards the bleachers.
"Yeah, I agree," replied a second.
"I remember my first time up against the cap, it was a nightmare," a third bit intruded.
The boys who chuckled as they conversed were senior players of the basketball team. And I stood there keenly listening to every word. So that's how it is.....you want to use me as an example for any newcomer who thinks highly of themselves. Mr. Keith, I'll fuck this captain of yours over and then fuck your wife if you have one I spoke inwardly with a hungry expression written across my countenance.
Alas, everyone was seated as Ian came back with the ball that was needed for the frivolous game. Ian proceeded to hand Mr. Keith the ball then made hast towards the bleachers with the other players.
"Both of you come to the center of the court," the woman instructor proclaimed to Alphonse and me.
"Ahh, yes Mrs. Keith," Alphonse replied as he hurriedly followed suit.
Wait a minute! Did I hear that right? Mrs. Keith? Holy fuck! This must be a coincidence! Or maybe the heavens are on my side! I screamed inwardly. After a few seconds of celebration in my thoughts, I approached the center of the court.
"Now the rules to this game are simple. You'll be playing by one's and two's, first to ten wins," said Mr. Keith as he held the ball in a tossing position.
"Wait! Aren't you going to get a change of clothes?" Alphonse asserted as he halted Mr. Keith with one hand while facing me.
"No, I'm fine. I'll ball in my tracksuit," I simply replied with a shrug of shoulders while my hands were placed in either of my pockets.
"Che!" Alphonse muttered at my statement as he shook his head to the right.
"Very well," *FWEET*
Mrs. Keith said as he blew his whistle before tossing the ball up above our heads.
.....
Before the ball came tumbling down, Alphonse leaped to grab it. After landing he immediately launched straight towards the hoop. When he ceased a few inches away he jumped in the air and brought the ball from his right hand to his lady behind his back before dunkin' it.
*BAM*
The rim shook as both the ball and his arm landed through the basket. He then dropped to the floor and turned around to see me standing at my exact position.
The fuck? Has he not realized the game has already started Alphonse thought with a disturbed expression.
.....
"Why is the rookie just standing there?"
"Haha, I think he's scared,"
"Who wouldn't be? Didn't you see that dunk just now?"
A group of players conversed as they commented on what just occurred before them. As for the Keith's, they closely speculated my every action.
...
Alphonse quickly retrieved the ball and made their way back to the center of the court.
"Hey, what's your problem? Aren't you going to play or have you wussed out?" Alphonse inquired while looking me directly into my eyes. Yes, we were the same height. But only for now, at least I was clueless about that fact.
"Ball first, questions later," I simply said as placed both my hands out to check the ball. Oh, right! Checking is what we do every time a person scores. By bouncing the ball to the opponent in which the opponent bounces it back to the scorer to commence the next play.
"I'll make you retract that attitude of yours," Alphonse said before bouncing the ball towards me. I caught it then bounced it back. And again she shot towards the hoop but this time he did a 360-layup. And after landing he was once again irritated to see me not moving. This process went on for a few more points, that was until he scored his eighth point.
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"What the heck am watching,"
"Is this supposed to be a game,"
"Why did the instructor take such a kid if he's not going to participate,"
An uprise amongst the players emerged solely due to the fact they were both disappointed and enraged.
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"Honey, what do you think he's doing?" Mr. Keith asked his wife with his arms folded observing Freidich.
"I'm not sure...maybe he's given up," Mrs. Keith replied.
"Hmm...," Mr. Keith mustered, and not knowing what else to say he kept observing.
...
"Fuck! Let's just end this! I'm tired of you standing in the same fucking spot!" Alphonse yelled at me as he once again approached the center of the court.
"Ok," I simply replied as I spun my shoulder blades in a circular motion before hopping Ik and down on my tippy toes.
"Wha-okay then," Alphonse responded a little stunned towards my action.
He proceeded to check the ball. The moment I tossed it back he proceeded to shoot for a 2-pointer. But the second before he released the ball I snatched it with my right. It left him in surprise for a moment as he saw me running towards the right corner of the court positioning myself for a 2-pointer. He instantly reacted to my actions and appeared in front of me to block my shot. The second he came from the floor I piped fake him causing him to launch out of of bounds. And when he did I progressed to continue my shot.
*WICKKY*
All net baby! The sound of the ball making contact with the net was always so satisfying to my ears. Soon after, the ball landed in the court and proceeded to the center of the court once again. And though Alphonse retrieved the ball he was stunned as to what transpired before his very eyes. But what he doesn't know was the fact that he will never score again.