After lunch I don't know where Jenny went, she kinda just disappeared and Jerome, he wasn't there before so I was left alone. I not so strange feeling to me, it sucks but I can live with it. I learnt to.
I waited until time for the tryouts came and I went to the court. We were told to change to the school team training outfit. It stunk. Imagine sweaty shirts and pants which looked clean. We were like fifty who were trying out. including the freshers some others who had failed and come back again. We went to the huge indoor basketball court and used half of it for training .
First we did push ups jumping jacks we lapped around it and we sweated a lot, adding our sweat to those sweat keepers.
All this was supervised by a crazy guy. He looked a little too young to be our coach, I heard some guys saying he was the captain of the basketball about two years ago, and he was a god at the court. Like Kobe they said. I doubted it. What the fuck was he doing here ? He was little too bossy which pissed me off but I contained it.
Do push ups, run around, do this.
Fuck him man.
A few minutes later the official school team arrived a total of around ten guys I recognized some of them from my classes. Like any other school team there was a spring in every step they took, well not all of them but most of them. Heads held high about to reach the clouds.
Black and Yellow - song by Wiz Khalifa it would have matched their bouncy walk. I thought.
Moving one step after the other making sure everyone acknowledged their presence. The most annoying part was they weren't even going to play, just watching the wanna-be on the school team guys, me and a bunch of other losers. Torture ourselves.
I spotted a bunch of girls entering I figured they were cheerleaders also Now that was a knockout I didn't know this school had such hot cheerleaders I thought they were some over weight ugly girls( not trying to be a sexist or anything) but damn I was challenged. And my former school didn't any. I was starting to like this school. They didn't have to try to draw attention it was already theirs. Then my eye was caught, my jaw dropped my heart raced and I think I traveled to a different dimension.
Tess, there she was looking all hot in the back and yellow striped cheerleaders uniform. Short black slit skirt, off sleeve yellow stripped blouse. And she was a complete knockout without even trying. I started and looked around to see if anyone noticed me overlooking at her. But then everyone was overlooking at them.
She stopped where the basketball guys were and others continued and she stayed behind talking to her smelly boyfriend, Ralph. I hate that guy.
A bunch of other girls came in, not half as good as the eight girls who came in first but they were girls, we had to look, they were going to also tryout for cheerleaders. I wondered whether a girl had to tryout for cheerleading, she just had to be pretty. The cheerleader traines took the other half of the court. I was still looking at the girls when I spotted Jenny. Was she also trying out ?
But she was definitely going to make it, I mean she was pretty hot and not. . . well I shouldn't say it but. . . she was the right size. You know portable.
" Alright, done staring now back to work " the two years back captain who was apparently a coach said Clapping his hands together. He'd been trying to grab our attention with no results for the last ten minutes, but they were girls man, girls. I wondered whether he didn't have anything better to do than coach his former school's wanna-bes.
I had decided to not look at the other half of the court though I couldn't do that. They were girls. But then the witch did it, she shattered whatever will I had to look away.
She did do flips, like she was their inventor or something. She was like an acrobat she did flips guys couldn't do, or maybe she was a guy in disguise.
Nah, no way she was a guy, no guy would look so pretty to that extent. Not even the handsomest not even close. She was way prettier. Why the fuck was I even comparing her ? I organised my brain and focussed on tryouts.
She was simply a witch.
The moment I craved for finally came, holding the ball. Doing stuff with it, basketball stuff.
Shooting was the first thing he wanted us to try. I felt kinda nervous any, I used to play basketball with my dad and at some of my former schools not until they found out I had problems and they took me off, to avoid any kind of danger, they would say.
I was a bit rusty I kept on missing the hoop. It'd been long since I last played I had to get the hang of it.
I kept on shooting until I got a little better ofcourse I wasn't the only one, some guy he never missed a shot. He had come last term and there were no tryouts then, he told me. He didn't miss any ball.
Little by little he became my basketball buddy, you know your associate happens pretty much at the court. We dribbled, we passed, we laughed. As if we knew each other, we bonded. I still had it in dribbling. Maybe a little better than him. Or not.
The annoying two year old captain told us to form groups of two. And about ten groups surfaced. A lot of guys who'd come to try out left it was too much. I remember thinking about leaving too. But the I got a partner.
Everything was good. We left as the team with the highest goals but apparently mister old captain said score didn't matter.
Out of about thirty guys who had come for tryouts only fifteen were left.
On the girls side only five were left Jenny was there and I wasn't surprised because she knew what she was doing. Or maybe she was a gymnist. Nuh she's a witch. she used a spell or something.
The basketball captain two years back, told us those who had qualified for the team would be selected and then displayed on the notice board in two weeks. Then he dismissed us. How was that going to happen I didn't see anyone writing down names or anything. Or anyone monitoring.
****to be continued.....