"Nathan Harrison"
I went to the court where my friends were practicing the basketball. Mr Goodman were training them and I have promised to Bella that I will not play basketball again.
I sighed heavily while looking at my right foot. My basketball career ends here.
A very familiar evil laughter was coming from my backside along with many footsteps. So I quickly turned to that voice direction and saw Taylor and his friends smirking at me.
"Well....well Nathan Harrison is here." He took a seat beside me on the bench beside the court. "How's your foot going?"
He's purposely trying to test my patience, doesn't he?
His friends only laughed when heard that stupid bastard baited me.
"Just go away, Taylor." I replied, trying my hardest to hold myself from hitting him.
He laughed more. "Why don't you join the game, Nathan? Does your foot still hurt?"
"Just shut it, Taylor!!!!" I shouted at him while fastening my fist.
