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Walking into school for the first time “as a student” after a long summer break it… It feels good to be back. I’ve got my backpack slung over my shoulder and a basketball under my arm where it should be.

Taking it all in again…

Ahhh… The first day of school...

You know what this means?

It’s just one more day closer our very first basketball game of the new school year. And that means...

“Hey, Dave! Just the person I was looking for.” Down the hall packed full of students is Anna! I can’t lie, she’s looking good! Wearing that tight skirt and blouse combo. Wow… The way her breast bob up and down as she makes her way over to me has me feeling as if I’m about to play the Santa Barbara Dons for the State Title again. My mind has literally gone blank.

“Dave!”

Those soft mountains of supple tenderness…

“Dave!” I blink a couple of times as if this is all just a dream. Looking up, two piercing, steely blue eyes cut right through me. I swallow my nerves and try to gather some composure. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”

“Awe, it’s fine, everybody knows that boys at your age are all full of testosterone. And besides, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Her soft sunkissed skin glowed with a hint of pink as she gives me the most flirtatious smile anyone has ever seen. She definitely wants something…

“Okay… What is it this time?”

“Oh don’t be like that, I just wanted to see if my favorite basketball player was finally willing to take me out to dinner!”

I almost snorted laughing so hard. “See ya around Anna, I’ve got English to learn!”

“Awww… Come on Dave, I just want one quote for the yearbook on how you’re going to win the state championship this year... Just one!” She squishes her lips together, giving me the pouty face.

“Dave! You missed it!” Donny! The wildest, craziest little perv I know.

“You want a quote, Anna? State championships are won by teams, not individuals.” I wrapped my arm around Donny, my best friend since I moved here, and gave Anna a wink. “Why don’t you ask Donny how we’re going to win the state championship.”

“Anna, I’ll give you the quote of your life! How about we sit down this weekend at Jeremy’s party and chat in private? You can ask me anything you like!” Laughing my ass off, I just about piss my pants.

“Ewww! I’ll take a hard pass on that, thank you very much.” She turned to me, placing her hand on my arm. “Are you going to be at Jeremy’s party? I could get that quote from you then after we have a couple of drinks of course.”

She gave me another wink, implying subtle implications of her intentions. “Anna, as delightful as that sounds, I’ll won’t be there. I have a date with Spalding.”

“Who’s Spalding?” You know that look someone has when they’re feeling a mixture of jealousy and curiosity? Anna has that on full display. I can’t help but laugh as I hold up my basketball with the word Spalding writing on it.

Her expression falls flat when she realizes Spalding wasn’t a person. “I swear you were born with a basketball in your hands. Don’t you want to take a break and have some fun? Besides… Basketball season hasn’t even started yet!”

“Are you implying basketball isn’t fun!?” I laugh as I watch the frustration in her expression mixed with disappointment at not getting what she wants. “Anna, I live, breathe, and eat basketball! Basketball season is every day for me!”

“He’s not kidding,” Donny says. “I literally saw him try to eat a basketball once. Wait a sec… You’re not going to Jeremy’s party!? His parents are going to be gone all weekend!”

“Come on Donny, as I said, Spalding and I have a date on the basketball court.” He breaks away and gives me the pouty face also. “We’re winning the state championship this year and I’m going to spend every second making that a certainty.”

“But… But… Didn’t you hear me!?” Donny gives me a blank stare as if I’m committing some cardinal sin. “Jeremy’s throwing a party! There’s going to be booze! Weed! Girls! Lots of girls! Anna’s going to be there!”

“Well… I’m only going to go if you are, Dave...” Anna says once more giving me the pouty face as she presses her breasts together. Those soft melons of joy. How could I refuse them? Snap out of it Dave! It’s a trap!

“Sorry guys, not going to win a championship spending my free time drinking booze.”

“You’re such a buzzkill!” Donny says.

“For once we can agree on something,” Anna huffs. She leans up to me, bringing those soft luscious lips closer to my ear. “I hope you reconsider, I was planning on letting you take my virginity.”

My stomach just dropped into my testicles as I try to swallow down the thought of her naked on a bed waiting for me to pop that cherry.

“That... That… What?!” I stammer and stutter.

“Just think about it, Dave…” She says, giving me a wink and strutting off with those hips, making that thick butt bounce with every step.

“Please tell me you’re going to hit that! Because if you don’t I will!” Donny says as I finally pull myself together.

“Dave! Totally going to win state this year!” Some blonde hair kid shouts as we make our way down the hall to class. No idea who that is.

“Hey, Dave!” Once again a voice I don’t recognize says my name. I look over to see a hot redhead in yoga pants smiling at me with a face full of freckles. God, I love yoga pants.

“Hey, just the girl I was looking for!” I give her a wink as I rest my arm up against the locker next to her.

“You were!?” Her eyes go wide with shock and her face burns the same color as her hair. Still, have no idea who she is, but she’s gorgeous.

“Yeah of course!” I give her a wink.

“But we’ve never actually met before…”

“We haven’t?”

“Well not really, we had math class together last year, but we never actually spoke.”

“Right… Well, maybe we should speak more often.” Once again her face burns bright.

Ding!

Suddenly a rush of students start heading to class at the sound of the bell. I give the redhead another wink as I head off to English with Donny.

“Anyways, as I was saying earlier, you totally missed it. We were shotgunning beers before class!” Donny says as we walk into English. Class is packed and only two seats are available, which oddly happen to be right next to each other.

Donny and I take them. A girl in sweats and a hoodie walks in behind us and stands awkwardly at the door looking for a seat. She’s got the sleeves torn off showing off her slightly ripped arms, not ripped in a bulky way but an athletic kind of ripped. She’s actually not bad looking, kind of hot in a tomboyish way. Her short dark brown hair is buzzed on one side, giving her that steampunk kind of look. Looks good on her.

She scans the room looking for an available seat until her eyes meet mine. Her eyes go wide as she recognizes me, then quickly looks away as her dark caramel colored face glows with a red hue. She looks familiar. Really familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Anyways, we’re going to do it again tomorrow morning! Who am I kidding, we’ll probably do it tonight too,” Donny continues, but I don’t even remember what we were talking about. Her bright green eyes flick back up to mine and quickly dart away as she shifts uncomfortably.

Ding!

“Ah, shit!” Donny says after hearing the sound of the second bell and quickly gets up. “I’m late for math class!”

The class erupts into laughter as Donny rushes out of class. The brown-haired tomboy quickly grabs the seat next to me as a sense of relief takes over her.

She glances back at me and I offer her a smile. “Hey, you must be new here, I’m…”

“Dave Marshall… I know who you are…” she says rather coldly as she looks away.

“Ouch… I guess my reputation precedes me.” Who is this girl?! “I didn’t quite catch your name?”

“I didn’t give it…”

Wow… What crawled up her ass?

It doesn’t matter, I can’t get distracted by girls anyways.

“Huhhh… Mr. Marshall, are you going to take that thing everywhere?” That sexy voice that sounds like she wants to punish you with a good slap on the ass, but also has a hint of sultry could only belong to Miss Crandell, well with me it’s definitely more than a hint. And yes… I do mean Miss.

“Why of course, Missss… Crandell... It’s my baby, I’ve got to take care of him.” Notice how I emphasized the miss? Haha, I can tell she just got flustered by the sudden pink in her cheeks. She gives me such a flirtatious smile. She is one hell of an English teacher. My god, I just want to shove my face in those giant breasts. I can only imagine of soft they are! And supple!

“Oh, Dave… You’ve got quite the humor!” She says with the most gentle smile. The way her breasts jiggle as she walked into the class had the blood rushing to my dick. “Want to take home that state championship, don’t we?” She gives me a devilish grin, but my eyes still sink down to those mountains of soft, supple, tenderness.

No Dave!

Don’t get lost in the thought of soft and supple breasts... Firm ones aren’t bad either, though it’s much easier to bury your face in soft ones. But that’s beside the point.

She’s just a giant distraction!

Breasts aren’t going to win us the state championship. Get your head out of the gutter and think basketball!

I hear a rather obnoxious huff from miss stick up her ass sitting next to me. Miss, I’m too good to talk to all state basketball players. I see her cross her arms, which squeezes her boobs together, as she looks out the window. She’s got a decent rack. Definitely the firm type.

She takes another glance over to me and I quickly look away. Crap… I think she caught me staring at her breasts. Why do breasts always make me feel like a puppy who just found a bone? Like all I want to do is play with them all day. Dribble them as if they were basketballs.

Miss Crandell goes on with her lecture as I continue to think about steampunk’s breasts. Too bad she has that sweatshirt covering them up…I swear after we win that state championship, I’m definitely letting loose.

Anna already offered her v card. But I can’t seem to get the girl sitting next to me out of my mind. I’ve never met a girl who can resist my charm. I honestly didn’t even think I had charm, but it seems like every girl but her seems to fawn over me. What’s with this girl?

The bell rings and everyone rushes out of class including steampunk. I guess that’s just what I’m going to have to call her until I figure out her name. I can’t help but stare at her bubble butt as she walks out. Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass like that. So round, so perfect...

Classes dragged on forever. Math class especially. It’s not that I’m bad at math, it’s just the first day is always boring. Lunch finally arrived. I was literally the first one in line to get into the cafeteria. For the last hour, all I could think about was food. Well food and steampunk’s ass. Her boobs also had a place in my mind.

As I filled up my tray with carbs, I notice steampunk checking out. She’s almost got as much food on her tray as I do. And yet it doesn’t look as if she has an ounce of fat on her. It must all go to her ass. That must be why I want to shove my face in between those cheeks. God Dave… Get your head straight. What’s with me?

After I check out, I hear my name being called. Following the direction it came from, I’m not surprised to see Donny and Jeremy already at our lunch table. “What’s up, guys.”

“What’s good, Dave?” Jeremy asks, sitting there chill as if he’s got nothing to worry about. Probably because he’s loaded.

“Not much, I’m about to pound some food though!” The tray of food in front of me is piled high with a chicken basket, spaghetti, and a salad. Oh, and I can’t forget my chocolate pudding. I’m going to devour this!

“Dude! Did you see the way Miss Crandell was looking this morning?!” Donny asks.

“She was looking fine, wasn’t she?” Now that I remember it, those soft, pillowy breasts were calling my name. My stomach lurches. Why am I thinking of boobs when there’s a giant plate of food in front of me? Time to dig in, I’m a start going to town on this food.

“Wow… This chicken is still fresh! It almost tastes like KFC!” Donny looks up at me as if I was offering some. “Fine, have a taste.”

Jason, Brock, and Caleb pop a squat as Donny takes one of my tender crispy chicken of mouth-watering, orgasmic flavor! How could I give up these nuggets of golden flaky batter?

“What’s up, guys?” Caleb asks, his big curly hair has grown even wilder since summer started. I give him a salute as I bite into another precious chicken tender. Oh, it’s literally heaven in my mouth.

“What do you say we cut lunch a little short and go out to the baseball dugouts and smoke the joint I rolled up this morning?” Brock asks.

I almost choke on my chicken laughing. Brock hasn’t changed one bit since last year.

“Dude! Did you just literally read my mind!?” Donny says with excitement. “I was just thinking how good life would be if I was as high as a kite for science.”

“I think I’m going to nail Miss Crandell this year,” Jason says. “She was looking awfully fine today.”

“I know, right?!” I add.

The table starts to fill with more people. Even though most of them are on the basketball team, there are some that aren’t. Eventually, it’s packed.

“Alright dicklick! Get your ass out of my seat! NOW!” Finn tells some sophomore sitting at our table as he approaches. Finn’s pretty much the “alpha” male of the group, or at least he thinks so. Although if you’ve ever heard him scream, you’d think he was a girl. At least by the pitch of his voice. But he definitely doesn’t look like a girl. He’s more ripped than wrapping paper on Christmas. And of course, Josh is right behind him. His little butt buddy.

Josh tries to get one of the other people not on the team to move, but no one listens to him. It’s kind of funny in a completely pathetic way. Out of the corner of my eye, I see steampunk sitting at the freakshow table. Why is she sitting next to those punks? The goths and other freaks. Such a waste of potential.

“Hey by the way,” Jeremy says. “Parents are going to be gone all weekend long! Party at my house!”

“Hell yeah!” Finn practically shouts. The entire cafeteria almost goes silent, looking over at us. Well at him. He’s always making a scene. “What the fuck are you all looking at?”

Ha, everyone immediately looks away. It’s funny how everyone’s afraid of him. I’m mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a reason he’s our starting power forward. He’s a big guy. All muscle, literally not an ounce of fat on him. But deep down he can be such a pussy. But he’s my teammate and I still consider him my friend.

When lunch finally ends, the rest of the day goes rather quickly. It feels like every student and teacher feels the need to say something to me about winning the state championship this year as if they can win it with words.

After school ends, I hit the gym. Once I change into my gym clothes, I start my 4-mile jog to get warmed up while the volleyball team takes the court. Out of the corner of my eye, I see steampunk enter the gym. She’s already in her gym clothes and joins me on the track. I’ve already got a few laps on her. She’s on the other side of the court. I try to catch up to her to talk, but as I speed up, she starts speeding up. My light jog has turned into a run.

She’s now running as well. Soon I’m practically in an all-out sprint, trying to catch up to her. But I haven’t even closed the distance. I’m running almost as fast as I can to only match her speed. Damn! She’s fast! I don’t think I can go much farther at this pace. Finally, I stop to catch my breath as she continues to run and eventually passes me, before stopping to catch her breath. She slowly makes her way downstairs to the weight room and I pull myself together to catch up to her.

As I enter the weight room, she’s already made her way over the deadlift and has almost 300 pounds racked on it. Damn! She’s a beast. Now’s my chance.

Walking up to her, this will be a perfect opportunity to get her name. “Need a spot?”

She looks up at me from the mirror and finally turns to me and takes out her wireless earbuds. Didn’t even notice she had them in. “What?”

“I was just asking if you needed a spot?”

“No, I’m fine…” Without another word, she puts her earbuds back in and does 10 reps. Fuck… I can’t tear my eyes away from that ass of hers. Imagine the perfect bubble butt, that wouldn’t even come close to describe her ass.

Come on Dave, you’re looking like a creep. Back the fuck up and get on with your workout. Besides, I can’t afford distractions.

I head over to the squat bar and load 320 lbs on it. A good warm-up weight. After 10 reps, I add 50 pounds. Now we’re talking. Nowhere near my max, but without a spotter, it’s better to play it safe.

After 10 more reps, I rack it. I notice steampunk heading over to the bench out of the corner of my eye. My eyes also notice that butt sway as she struts. I head over to the dumbbells and grab the 50 lb and start doing more squats. My legs are going to be jelly tomorrow. After 3 sets of 10 reps, it’s time for deadlifts. Luckily she’s already got it all set up for me. Once get the belt on, I hit up 2 sets of 10 reps on the deadlift. My legs and glutes are feeling it now. Time for a good ole core workout. Heading back upstairs to the track, there’s a nice open space behind the larger set of bleachers.

After doing 50 situps and pushups, I hit the planks hard. Then two sets of burpees. By the time I’m down with my core workout, the basketball court frees up. Luckily only the varsity team practices on the basketball court. The JV and Freshman practice in the old gym court. This school is so well funded it’s got a two seperate gyms.

Hitting the court, I start warming up my shot by shooting around the free throw box until I can’t miss, then I hit the midrange jumpers and by the time I’m shooting threes steampunk hits the court. She starts out shooting threes. Her shot is a little off. She’s leaning too far forward and her arms are spread too far apart.

“Hey!” I shout as I dribble over to her. She looks at me as if I’m a bug she wants to squash.

“What now?” she asks.

“I was just going to point out, your leaning too far forward and your arms are too spread apart. If you bring your elbows in and bend your knees more, you’ll get a better shot.” She gives me a glare that would make a bear shit himself.

“Are you going to point out everything I’m doing wrong? What’s next? Does my dribble need work too?”

“You don’t have to take it personal, I’m just trying to help.”

“I never asked for your help!”

“What’s your deal? I’m just trying to be nice and you’re being such a…”

“A what!? A bitch!? A cunt!? Like I haven’t heard that before…”

“Well, maybe if you try being a little friendly, people wouldn’t call you that.”

“Maybe if people like you would just leave me alone I wouldn’t have to.”

“Whatever.” God, what is her problem? I’m just trying to be a nice guy and she has to be such a bitch. Screw her, I should be solely focusing on basketball anyways…

I spend the next two hours working on perfecting my shot and doing various dribbling drills. Miss stick-up-her-ass hasn’t left yet either. I see that she did take my advice and move her elbows closer together and started to bend her knees more. I just don’t understand why she had to make such a big deal over it. Girls…

I finally call it quits and head into the locker room while steampunk stays behind, she finally switched over to dribbling drills. After I shower and change, I head out to my moped and drive home. Yeah, I know… What’s the most popular kid in school driving a moped around? Well unfortunately just because I’m popular doesn’t make me rich.

Pulling up to our small house with a broken garage door and a shabby yard with mom’s beat up Toyota Camry parked in the driveway, is this what the American dream is? Mom must have just got done with her shift. She must be exhausted after a 12 hour day at the hospital. After I park my moped, I head inside to find her preparing dinner.

“Hey, hun! So… How was the first day of school? Spill the beans!” She’s still wearing her scrubs with her dirty blonde hair matted up in a bun.

“It was good, classes went smoothly. Apparently, Jeremy’s throwing a party this weekend. Got a good workout in along with a few hours of practice. Haven’t missed a step since summer league.”

“That’s great, honey! I’m glad. I have all your game recordings out if you still want to watch them,” she says as she pulls the premade lasagna out of the oven.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“I set the jump drive down over by the TV.”

“Thanks, mom.” Just like she said, there’s a jump drive sitting right next to the TV. I plug it in and turn the TV on. After browsing through the games, I select the only game we lost and hit play, while mom brings both of our plates to the table.

I take my seat and dig in while watching the game.

“You’re really favoriting your right side when you drive the lane and they’re picking up on it. Remember, it's all about deception. Prime the defense to think you're strong on one side so you can catch them with their guard down by crossing over to the left,” she explains. My mom was all-state back in the day, but more impressively is the way she thinks. It's all a game of tactics and strategy. Even though she's made a good point, she's gone over this several times.

“K, I’ll work on it tomorrow. Thanks, mom.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” She gives me a kiss on the forehead as she grabs our dirty dishes and puts them in the dishwasher. “I’m going to hit the hay, it’s been a long day.”

“Alright, good night mom, I love you.”

“Love you too sweetie.”

Might as well hit the sheets also. After I brush my teeth, I practically tug my clothes off and fall into bed, falling asleep as my head hits the sheets.

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Another world destroyed by demonic flames, no signs of life left. The world soul is dead. Consumed by the queen of demons. The Demons will stop at nothing to burn all life to ashes. Hell will burn everything until there’s nothing left. She must be stopped. Her armies are vast, her power seems to be limitless. But we must carry on. You must rally your brothers and sisters to rise up against her before another realm gets burnt to ashes by her crusade. They seek access to our realm. They seek to destroy the world you hold so dear. If they can’t be stopped, the planet will burn.

You... my son will lead my armies against her demon horde. You are my champion. It is your destiny to lead us to victory. Just speak your name and claim your power, my child.

I wake up drenched in sweat. My mind is racing from the dream I had. It was so vivid as if it was real. A burning planet, every inch of land lit up in demonic flames. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten dreams like this. All similar a guy that looks a lot like me, fighting demons or whatever. And that saying, speak your name and claim your power… My name is Dave...

Next Day

The next day in English class, once again I’m sitting next to steampunk. Although her mood seems to have improved somewhat. She actually looked at me instead of completely ignoring me and pretending that I don’t exist. I guess that’s an improvement! Besides, she looks really good in her ripped up jeans and a dark charcoal grey sleeveless hoodie.

Although, class dragged on forever, but I did enjoy the eye candy that Miss Crandell provided. God that ass is amazing! I just want to stick my dick in it… So round and thick. It was made to be fucked.

I was totally lost in Miss Crandell’s ass when the bell finally rang. I couldn’t tell you what she lectured about. But I can tell you she looked fine in that tight grey skirt and white blouse.

Anyways, walking out of class I hear someone call my name. Turning around, I find steampunk walking up to me. “Oh… So now you want to talk to me?”

“Obviously, that’s why I said your name,” she says in a rather annoyed tone. “Anyways… I just wanted to apologize… I was kind of a…”

“A bitch?” I add.

She looks at me almost shocked that I would say that. “Hey, it was your words, not mine.”

A smile appears on her face. Am I seeing this right? “Are you actually smiling?”

“I guess there’s a first for everything,” she says. “But again, I was a jerk and I’m sorry. It’s just hard being the new kid.”

“I get that, I used to be the new kid,” I tell her. I can totally relate, when my parents divorced and my mother and I moved here, it was a bit frustrating. “So… Are you going to hit the gym again after school today?”

“Obviously! I can’t let anyone get better than me,” she says.

Wow… Finally, someone understands! “And here I thought I was the only one who thinks like that.”

“Well… I guess you finally have some competition,” she smiles once again. I got to say, she has one hell of a beautiful smile. Too bad it doesn’t come often.

“Wait… Really!? Who?” I shoot her the famous Dave Marshall smile that has won the hearts of many women.

She punches me in the shoulder. Which honestly kind of hurt, but she gives me a grin afterward.

“You’re soooo funny…” She says sarcastically.

We walk up to her next class. “So, I guess I’ll see you after class?” I ask.

“Yeah, I guess you will when I lap you on the track like I did yesterday,” she laughs.

“Ha, well… I wasn’t actually trying to race you, I just wanted to catch up to you and talk.”

“Excuses... Excuses... “ she gives me a smile before walking into class. Wait a sec… I still haven’t got her name!

--

At lunch, I meet up with Donny and the rest of the team. “There’s going to be a keg for this weekend, right?” Donny asks.

“No, we’re going to do jungle juice,” Jeremy says.

“Ah… Booze is booze, am I right!?” Donny says excitedly. “Oh! We should doze gummy bears in vodka! I saw a video on the internet where they did that and got hammered drunk!”

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll bring the weed,” Brock says. “I can also get some acid if anyone’s down to enter the twilight zone.”

“Hell yeah!” Donny shouts loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. He doesn’t care if he makes a scene. Donny’s never cared what people think about him. I think that’s why I’ve always admired him. Short and skinny, but never afraid to speak his mind. I’ve never seen him afraid of anything. He’s literally fearless. And always the first to try something new.

“You guys!” Finn slams his hand down on the table. “I’ve got a great idea! Let’s play drug roulette!”

Brock's eyes light up as if it were Christmas. It’s like Finn uttered the magical words. “I can definitely hook us up!”

Finn starts clapping his hands together like a little girl getting a pony on her birthday. “Yes! It’ll be a great team bonding opportunity!”

“I’ll get acid, Ecstasy, Molly, Maryjane, Rohypnol, Coke, Poppers, Special K, Diablo, Adderall, Xanax, Quaaludes, and just about anything else you can think of,” Brock states as he lists them on his fingers.

“Holly shit! Dude… Why the fuck do you have Roofies?!” Jason asks.

“You’ve seen The Hangover?! I’ve always wanted to live that. Also, my dad has someone who buys a lot of it.”

“Shit I’m down! What're the rules?” Of course, Donny is down.

“We put all the drugs in a hat and each one of us picks one out at a time, all randomly obviously,” Finn explains.

“Let’s do it!” Donny says.

“Ehhh, I can’t do that guys… I’ve got to keep my mind focused on basketball,” I try to tell them.

Finn once again slams his fist on the table. “Bullshit! This is a team event, everyone is required to participate! Especially team captains, which includes you, Mr. MVP.”

“Come on, Dave! It’ll be so much fun!” Donny says.

“Yeah, stop being a such a party pooper!”

“It’s all good guy’s, I won’t be able to get most of the drugs this weekend anyways, so we’ll do it another weekend when Dave’s free...” Brock says.

I see steampunk sitting at the same table of losers. The way her hair comes down on the one side getting in the way of her right eye, makes me want to take my finger and tuck it back behind her ear. I also just want to kiss every inch of her soft caramel colored skin. And that face! That face is so familiar… I know I’ve seen it before yesterday! But it’s beautiful nonetheless. She’s got dark eyebrows that thicken near the nose and thin out towards the ears. Really makes her face a sharper angular edge. Like one of those elves from whatever that game those nerds always play. I think it’s called Aratheon? I don’t know. But what I do know is that steampunks lips are ones I want to kiss. They’re so luscious. And that little cute nose just gives her entire face a very adorably feminine look. She’s definitely got a little hint of some kind of Asian ancestry. I can see it those beautiful eyes of hers.

With her sleeveless hoodie, I can’t help but look at those toned arms. She’s got more definition than Donny! For some reason, I find that very sexy. A girl with some muscle. I mean, it’s not in any way a manly bulky type of muscle. It’s like an athletic type of muscle. And her ass… Probably the best ass I’ve ever seen. One that makes you want to stick your dick in it. Hell, I’d even love to stuff my face in it. I wonder if she’s ever stuffed anything up her ass? Just the thought of stuffing that ass with a buttplug makes my dick jump… Screw Anna… I really want to smash this new girl.

What am I thinking… It’s definitely not basketball! Come on Dave, get your head out of steampunks ass! I need to think about Santa Barbara and beating those shit heads. Even though their best player graduated, James Valler… That doesn’t mean they won’t have the team to beat. They still have Chris Smith and Steven Ban. Hell, Chris Smith alone is enough to handle. That guy is a lot like me in a way. Knows how to manipulate defenses. And then there’s fucking Brett. If anyone knows how to get under my skin, it’s my brother… Sometimes I just want to bash his arrogant face in. And let’s not forget last year's fifth man off the bench. That faggot Kevin Williams. The one who hit the game-winning shot last year… This year he’s not going to get the same chance. I’m going to make sure we shut his ass down.

“Earth to Dave! Dave!” I pull my gaze over to Donny. “You’re still not thinking of skipping the party this weekend, are you?”

“Yeah, come on man! All team captains have to be present at all team functions including parties!” Jason says.

“I’ll think about it. But you know while we’re all partying, those fucks at Santa Barbara like Chris Smith are all probably practicing, getting ready for our rematch.”

“Fuck Santa Barbara, they aren’t shit without Valler. And they’re down a coach. Valler’s dad,” Finn says.

“I heard he murdered his wife and disappeared,” says Brock.

“No fucking way!” Finn shouts.

“It was in the paper,” Brock retorts.

“Since when do you read the paper?” Austin asks.

“It makes for good fire starter,” Brock says.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” says Jason.

“Either way, they still have Chris Smith, Steven Ban, my brother, and Kevin Williams,” I add.

“Fuck Kevin Williams, that homo got lucky to hit the game-winning shot…” Finn says.

“Dude, he was 7 for 8 in three-pointers. He can shoot,” I inform him. “87% from the three-point line isn’t luck.”

“It doesn’t matter, he’s so short Jeremy will be able to shut him down, am I right?” Finn asks.

“Hell yeah! That queer isn’t getting a shot off all game,” Jeremy confirms.

“That still leaves Chris, Steven, and my brother.”

“I’ll shut your brother up,” Finn says. “He’s got nothing on me.”

“You can take Chris, he’s not that good,” Donny says.

“Not that good? He got on the all-state honorable mention as a sophomore last year,” I mention. “Along with Steven Ban.”

“That means this year they're definitely going to be all-state,” I add.

“Two all-state players and along with Brett and Kevin and a wide bench, they’re still going to be fucking hard to beat. We need to bring our A game just to compete. And that means we need to put in work now!” These guys act like victory is assured… None of them take it seriously. Steampunk outworks all of them and she’s not even going to be on the team! After that little rant, I take care of my tray and leave the cafeteria.

The rest of school goes by well enough. Can’t go down the hall without 20 random people calling out my name, but I’ve gotten used to it already. Anna tries to convince me once again to go out with her. Maybe after basketball season.

After school, I’m back at it in the gym. After getting in a good stretch I head up to the track upstairs to find steampunk getting ready for a jog. “Hey!”

Her face lights up when she sees me. “Hey, Dave!”

“You know… I still haven’t gotten your name!”

“I kind of like it that way.” She gives me a devious smile. “It’s Nicole.”

“Finally! I thought I was going to have to call you steampunk forever,” I admit.

“Steampunk!?” she asks.

“Yeah… You have that steampunk kind of style going for you. I like it,” I add. Her face burns bright red as she tears her gaze from mine. Did I make her blush?! “Sooo… down to go for a run?”

“Sure... “ she says rather bashfully.

We get on the track and start out at a slow pace. I’m just glad she finally took the stick out of her ass. Wouldn’t mind putting my own in it…

Dave! Get those perverted thoughts out of your mind!

Maybe she likes anal?

We’ve gone a few laps in complete silence. Neither of us has said a word.

I wonder if I should say something.

What should I say? The silence is kind of awkward. You know… Come to think of it, I really don’t know a whole lot about this girl…

Where is she from? What kind of music does she like? Is she planning on going out for the girl's team? Does she have a date to the homecoming dance? Does she party?

Maybe I should be asking her these questions.

“So… Nicole… Where ya from?”

She looks over at me, she seems surprised I asked.

“I’m from Santa Barbara…”

“No way! That’s why you look so familiar! Have we met before? I’m originally from Santa Barbara too!”

Her eyes go wide.

“Ahh… I… No… I don’t think we met…” she stumbles. This is the first time I’ve seen her flustered.

“Then how did you know my name?”

“The state championship…” she says.

“Oh… right! Duh…”

She gives me an awkward smile. “Did you play basketball back in Santa Barbara?”

“Yeah…” she mumbles.

“Really!? Didn’t the girl's team win state as well? I heard Lashun Valler is just as good as her older brother!”

“Listen… I don’t really want to talk about Santa Barbara,” she says rather bluntly.

“Oh… Okay… Sorry… It just even though I’ve got some bad blood with Brett and what not, I still miss the place. But I’ll stop… But I got to ask… Did you not get along with people from Santa Barbara?”

“As I said, I don’t want to talk about it!”

“Fine… sorry I brought it up.”

We continued to jog in silence until we both decided to hit the weight room. Now I am really curious about what happened to her at Santa Barbara!

As we walk down the stairs to the court and weight room, I hear my name called out from a familiar voice. Looking up, I see Anna strolling over in a very sexy volleyball practice outfit. God, why does Volleyball have to wear such skimpy shorts?! They’re practically underwear! Just looking at Anna’s legs on full display from those spandex panties makes my dick want to break out of my shorts. “So… please tell me you’ve reconsidered going to Jeremy’s party!”

“Come on Anna… You have to know by now that nothing gets in between me and basketball.”

“Clearly…” she says laying on the R for added effect as she rolls her eyes on to Nicole. “I don’t believe we’ve met… I’m Anna.”

“Oh this is Nicole, she’s new here.” I introduce her.

“She seems to be fitting in just fine…” The look on Anna’s face as she eyes Nicole could scare the devil…

“I’d hope so… I mean it does say on the website that we’re a school that is very welcoming..”

“And I take it you’re the welcoming committee?” Is Anna jealous? This is priceless!

“Why yes… I am! And I was just making sure Nicole felt very welcomed.” The look on Anna’s face brings me so much satisfaction. Like it just rained on her parade.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Anna… But not anything more than a friend. However, I do love teasing her. It’s not that I’m not attracted to her. I think she’s drop-dead gorgeous. But other than her looks, I just don’t think we’re compatible.

“I’ve got to get back to practice…” She huffs and storms off. Although… I wouldn’t mind spending just one night with her and that butt of hers. The way it barely fits in that spandex underwear makes my cock hurt.

“Soo… You two aren’t dating?” Nicole asks.

“Me and Anna? No! Definitely not.”

“Why not? She’s beautiful.”

“She’s is… but she’s just not my type.”

“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No…”

“Cool… I mean that sucks… I guess?” Why does this girl have me so tongue-tied? Anna never had this effect on me.

“It’s whatever,” she says as we walk into the weight room. “Well, I’m going to work on my arms, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hey! Wait, do you want to shoot hoops after?”

“Sure…” she says before putting in her earbuds and strolling over to the dumbbells. That ass swaying in those shorts of hers. Ummmm I could just… You don’t want me to fill in the rest of that sentence.

I guess I should probably work my arms out as well…

After ripping my arms and shoulders apart with a grueling workout, I head out to the gym and see that Varsity Volleyball is all down with practice. Grabbing my ball I start warming up.

Shortly after, Nicole came out. I pass her the ball and she looks up at me with the deer in the headlights look after she catches it. “Game of pig?”

“S… Sure.” It’s weird to see her stutter. Although, she’s probably nervous… Not every day you get to play against an all American point guard like myself.

“You can go first.”

She takes a step forward and awkwardly shoots it as if she touched a basketball for the first time and bricks it. Like as if the girl who was slinging them threes all day after she finally took my advice yesterday never showed up.

She throws me the ball, nearly tripping over her feet. I toss up a three and sink it. She gets the rebound and hustles over to where I made it. She gets into her stance and I can clearly see she’s sticking her elbow out again. She’s going to lose all the power behind her shut if she doesn’t get her elbow under her shooting hand…

She takes a couple of breaths and carefully pulls the trigger.

Airball…

In her defense, I’m already warmed up.

“P…” I tease her.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” She says as I grab the ball and make my way to the corner pocket of the court. I’ve mastered this shot and used it in many buzzer beaters.

Getting in my stance, I get my elbow under my shooting hand and bend my knees to put that spring in my jump. Without even thinking or looking, I pull up and shoot.

Nothing but net…

The frustration on Nicole’s face puts a smile on mine.

She jogs over to the corner and tries to calm herself, putting the ball to a dribble before going through her shot routine. Once again her elbow’s out. I can already tell her shots off as soon as it leaves her hand.

Brick…

“That’s an i. By the way, you know your elbow’s out again. You’re losing all of your power when it’s not under your shooting hand.” Her face smoldered bright red.

“That’s because I didn’t get a chance to warm up as you did!” She snaps at me as I grab the ball.

“Ookaaay…” Is that stick back up her ass?

“I’m sorry... It’s just..” She looks up to my eyes and hesitates.

“Just what?” I ask.

“Nothing…” She tares her eyes from mine.

I pull up at the NBA 3 point line and sink it. She looks at me with either shock, anger or nervousness. Maybe all three. She grabs the rebound and then hustles over to where I was standing.

She takes her time before, making sure her elbow is under her shooting hand before she finally pulls up. I thought it was going in for sure, but it rims out. “I guess that’s pig,” she mumbles as I grab the rebound and toss it to her.

She looks up at me. “Why don’t you warm up and we’ll go again. I’ll even get the rebounds for you.”

“Don’t you have your own drills to work on?”

“Yeah… But I could really use someone to practice with. After you get warmed up we can do some drills if you want.”

“Sure! I would like that.”

As she warmed up and started hitting almost every shot, not only did we become a little more comfortable around each other, she actually started joking around with me.

“So what kind of drills did you want to do?”

“Well, right now I’m just doing basic dribbling drills, working my way up to harder more complex drills.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We start out with simple dribbling drills, knees bent as we both have a ball, facing each other as we work on both power dribbling and control. Eventually moving on to crossovers, behind the back, and between the legs.

Before I know it, it’s getting late. “I should get going, my mom usually likes to have dinner around now. Back at it tomorrow?” I ask.

“Sure! I should probably get going too.”

“Sounds great, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Definitely!”

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As I get home, my mother already has dinner ready. We watch some more tape before I hit the sheets. I had another strange dream.

I was fighting a demon… I had these incredible powers. I could fly, shoot out blasts of energy along with a bunch of other cool feats. The dream felt so real. As if it was actually happening or at least a recent memory.

The rest of the week fell into a routine. Nicole and I grew closer during our little private practice sessions. Her skills seem to increase exponentially… Or maybe she was always this good and just needed to work out some kinks.

Either way, she was starting to challenge me. Which is a feat in and of itself. She barely misses after she’s all warmed up. Her ball handling skills have almost become on par with my own.

By the time we finished our drills on Friday, we both became quite comfortable around each other. “So I take it you’re going to Jeremy’s party tomorrow?” she asks me as we walk out of the gym.

“You found out about that?” I ask.

“The whole school knows,” she says. “That’s all anyone is talking about.”

“Well, I’m probably going to take a hard pass on that,” I tell her.

She gives me a weird look as if I committed a crime. “Why?”

“Drinking beer isn’t going to help us win the championship…”

“Totally committed to the cause, I totally understand that.” She nudges against me with her shoulder and gives me a smile. “But… If you don’t take time to relax and have a little fun you’re going to be all tensed up when it comes time to perform. You should go to the party and take a little time to enjoy yourself.”

“Are you going to go?” I ask her.

“Possibly, but I don’t really know anyone there.”

“Hmmm, I suppose if I go, you’ll then decide to come?”

“It definitely increases the odds, but I don’t even know where Jeremy’s house is…”

“I could give you a ride on my moped…” I give her a cheese filled smile and do the quick suggestive eyebrow raise I’ve melted so many girls’ hearts with.

“Okay! Yeah, sure… Although riding a moped with you driving frightens me…”

“Hey! I’m a great driver! I’ve only been in like 2 accidents…”

“That really inspires confidence… Please tell me you have an extra helmet!”

“You say that as if you’re expecting me to crash.” She shrugs her shoulders at me.

“So what time should we head over?”

“Uh, how does 7 sound?”

“Perfect! Although I have to warn you, my family is rather large and crazy,” she adds.

“Can’t be any crazier than mine!”

“Ehhh… It’s about equivalent.”

“Ha, well I’ll text you to let you know I’m coming. Wait… What’s your number!?” She hands me this thin glass square with a black button on it. “What am I suppose to do with this?”

“Haven’t you seen the new smartphone. She hits the button and the glass lights up. What the fuck!? “Here give me your number.”

I give her my digits and my phone beeps. A new message. It’s Nicole. My mind is totally blown… How can a thin piece of glass be a phone?

“Wow… that was a lot easier than getting your name.”

“Hey… I like to play hard to get.” She winks at me before heading off to her car… Holy shit! She’s driving a Tesla!

“Maybe you should be the one driving!” I shout and she only sticks her tongue out at me before taking off.

After I get home, mom’s just finishing up dinner. “Hey, mom!” I tell her as I pull her into a hug.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asks.

“Nothing just had a great practice, that’s all. Hey… You don’t mind if I go over to Jeremy’s party tomorrow, do you?” I ask.

“I thought you were going to skip out on it,” she says.

“Well... The plan’s changed.”

“Is it because of some girl?” She raises her right eyebrow at me.

“Well… funny thing I’ve been hanging out with this new girl Nicole, she’s just as obsessed with basketball as I am! Can you believe that!?”

“No… not really. I’ve never met anyone as obsessed with basketball as you, hun. Except… Maybe myself.” She winks at me.

“Maybe you should invite her over for dinner sometime,” she suggests.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to scare her away with your cooking…” She gives me the pouty face.

“Hey! If I had more time to cook, you’d be blown away.”

“Like last year's Thanksgiving turkey? It was still frozen!”

“You had to bring that up.” She gives me an exaggerated eye roll.

“I’m sorry mom, you have many talents, unfortunately cooking isn’t one of them.”

“Do you want to start cooking dinner then?”

“Did I say your cooking was awful? What I meant to say is that I LOVE your cooking!”

“Yeah, you better kiss up!”

After we eat my mom’s “amazing” cooking and watch a bit of film from the summer basketball league, I hit the sheets.

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The world was burning… Not just any world… My world! Earth!

My school! My friends! They’re all burnt to ashes...

“You can prevent this…” An all too familiar female voice echoes throughout my mind.

“Speak your name and gain your power.”

I tear myself awake from that nightmare, drenched in sweat. That nightmare wasn’t like the others. Usually, it’s of some other world or something, never has it been of my school…

I look at the clock, 5 AM on a Saturday…

Might as well get up and get going. If I’m going to go to the party tonight I might as well get some practice in. After getting my gym clothes and basketball, I’m on my way to school. Normally it’s all locked up at this hour, but fortunately for me, I have a key.

Being the “star player” on the team as well as a person of integrity, it has awarded me with special privileges. Also for the fact that the principle Ms. Heartwell is in love with me. I can’t blame her… and she is rather sexy… Ugghhhhh I would do some dirty things for her if she had me in her office…

I really need to get my head out of the gutter… How is it that every time I think of a girl with a pair of knockers, my mind instantly fills with dirty thoughts?

Time to get serious… Now that I’m here I need to put in some hard work. What my teammates don’t realize is that Championships are won in the offseason. With every sprint, drill, and exercise, I become one step closer to victory. Regardless of whether we’re becoming better basketball players, our opponents are. I can only imagine Chris Smith is practicing right now. Thinking about beating us again and reclaiming that championship title. Brett probably isn’t because Brett is a lazy piece of shit. He may be my brother, but he and I are nothing alike.

After running a quick 5k around the track in under 19 minutes, I take the day of weights and do a full core workout. Planks, Push Ups, Sit-ups, Plank Push Ups, Burpees and the lot. Finally, I’m on the basketball court where I belong.

But I need to earn the right to carry the basketball. And the only way to do that is… Gutbusters!

I run until I can’t run anymore. Seriously! I’m hurting after that. That’s when it’s time to work on developing my shot, dribble and what not. When you’re absolutely beyond exhausted is the best time to develop your skills. Because that’s when it counts. If you can master shooting a three, or the crossover dribble when you’re ready to meet the grim reaper kind of tired, you’re ready.

Because in games when it’s down to the last few seconds of the fourth quarter, only the one who can perform when they’re the kind of exhaustion that only leads you to the grave will win. So only when I’m at a death worthy level of exhaustion do I start working on my skills. Because that’s when it hurts the most. That’s when it’s the hardest.

Now that I’m good and tired, I start doing my shoot until I can’t miss warm-up routine.

Literally shooting until every shot ends up in the net. Making my way farther and farther away from the basket.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be practicing on Saturday…”

I turn around to find Nicole in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a basketball in her hands. “Wow… You’re drenched! Really putting yourself through the wringer, huh?”

“Ha, well I couldn’t let you beat me now, could I?” A smile appeared on her face.

“If that’s the case, you’re going to need a lot more practice.”

“Ha! Funny…” I try my best to emphasize how not funny I found that…

But deep down I’ll admit seeing her teasing me like that really does turn me on! Or maybe it’s something else? Who can tell at this age... Am I right?

“Why don’t you put let the scoreboard do the talking?” I raise my right eyebrow to give more power behind my words.

“Are you challenging me to a game of 1 on 1?” She also raises her right eyebrow, it’s as if she’s mimicking me! Actually, she’s definitely mimicking me. That smile is way too devious. It’s definitely turning me on… Get your shit together Dave! You’re not about to lose to a girl!

I look up into those sky blue eyes of hers… It’s like staring into an ocean… After all, an ocean is a reflection of the sky! I think… Fuck Dave, stop getting off track! “3 words…” I utter as epically as I can.

“Bring. It. On!” I swear if this was in the middle of a game, the crowd would have gone silent before our fans erupted. But since it’s just the two of us, I give her that woman killer smile. I can see it had some kind of effect on her… She just gave me the deer in the headlight look. It was only a split second, but I saw it. Although, the smile that took over also makes me feel something. I’m not sure if it’s my dick talking or my heart. I’m hoping it’s my heart, but let’s face it… It’s my dick talking. There’s something about her… I’m not sure if it’s the steampunk look she has going for her… For whatever reason, the steampunk look gets me every time. But back to the point. The way she is with me, the hard to get phase and now the banter back and forth. It’s driving me crazy. In a good way. A kind of crazy I’ve never felt before.

I don’t want to waste another moment not feeling it.

I toss my ball over to the side. “You can have the ball first. Play to 11, win by 2!”

“You’re going to wish you never have done that.”

That voice… There’s just something familiar and somewhat sexy about it. You know… Maybe we have met before. We both used to go to Santa Barbara, right? But if we did meet, why hasn’t she said anything?

Yeah, I’m probably just an idiot. Especially for not keeping my head on the game! Especially since she just flew by me and scored.

“That’s definitely not going to happen again.”

“As if…”

She passes me the ball as she heads to the top of the three-point line. “Oh, so we're playing make it take it now?” I ask intending it to come over obnoxiously.

“You didn’t specify, so shouldn’t the first person to score get to decide?” She raises her eyebrow again… I’ve decided that too drives me crazy.

“Fair enough.” For real… How could I have said no to her? I mean… Come on!? She’s so damn beautiful.

“So than… are you going to give me back the ball?” She stares at me rather blankly. Come on Dave! Get your shit together or your going to lose! I toss her the ball and get ready for her to drive again.

She drives to my right, but I’m ready this time for her! Stepping back, she gets into her shooting stance, which is flawless by the way and pulls up a three. Crap!

You know those moments when time seems to stand still and that’s pretty much when you know you’ve fucked up. And time seemed to stand still right now as I watched the ball travel into the net. She fooled me and manipulated me by doing what I expected her to do only to catch me off guard. Something that my mother always tries to drill in my head. She’s good.

“5 to nothing… Come on Dave, I thought you’d at least be able to give me some competition.”

“Don’t get too excited! I just wanted to give you a head start.” I grab the rebound and toss it to her as she gives me that you’re so full of shit smile. After she checks it in, immediately chucks it up, I watch as it goes sailing over my head and into the basket…

“Not looking good, Dave… 7 to 0. So if I skunk you, don’t you have to run a lap naked?”

“Hah… That’s not going to happen,” I assure her as I grab the ball and toss it back to her.

She checks it in and as soon as she gets it, she goes up to shoot. I immediately jump up to block it…

Ahhh crap! It was just a pump fake!

And there she goes, driving by me with an easy layup.

Was she playing me earlier? Because this isn’t the same ballplayer that couldn’t make a shot when I first met her.

“That’s 8 to nothing… I hope you’re ready to strip naked…” She gives me a wink as I toss her the ball. Time to get serious.

After checking the ball, she goes for the pump fake, I’m not falling for it this time.

She then puts the ball to a dribble and goes to drive it on me. Not a chance. She pulls the step back, but I’m on top of her. No way she’s getting a shot off that easily.

She crosses over and attempts to drive it in on the opposite side. Not going to happen. Suddenly, she spins, does a jump back and pulls up. I have to admit, that was a good move and on anyone else, it would have worked, but not on me.

I smash that ball out of the air and hustle to get the rebound.

“Not in my house!” I give her that famous Dave smile. “Now it’s my turn.”

After taking it back, I power drive it in and slam the ball down in a power dunk. If I had to guess, she’s only 5’5 maybe 5’6… She’s got no chance defending the lane against me.

“So much for skunking me.” Again, I throw her that lady killer smile. I can see she’s flustered but quickly regains her composure.

“About time you scored… But I’m still going to win.” She throws me a smile and it’s like her own version of the Dave smile. It certainly has an undeniable effect on me.

I check the ball in and she’s immediately on me. Not giving me an inch of space. Her hand’s on my hip while her other hand is mirroring the ball. Can’t deny that her defense is pretty good. But still not good enough against me.

I spin off her hand on my hip and drive to the left. She’s still on me, but I give her a little nudge on the hip with my free hand, no ref is ever going to call that. While her momentum is taking her forward, I step back to the three-point line and pull up.

Nothing but net.

“That makes it 3 to 8… I feel a come back in the making.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. That was a good move, but you’re going to need more than that to beat me.” God, I love her confidence and fighting spirit. It’s a huge turn on. Reminds me of someone.

She passes me the ball and after I check it in, I pull up before she even knows what’s happening. Nothing but net.

“Make that 5 to 8.” I give her a wink with my cock Dave smile.

She gives me a sarcastic looking smile. After I check it in, I pull up a pump fake, but her hand comes down on the ball and knocks it out of my hands.

She’s able to get the loose ball and pulls up at the three-point line. I watch helplessly as it sails in… Shit!

“Uh ooh… 10 to 5 Dave… Game point…” A cocky smile appears on her face as she checks the ball in.

I get up close to her as she pivots away from me, shoving her butt into me. I place my hand on her hip.

She looks up at me with those eyes and we both freeze.

My heart is racing…

I can hear every beat it makes.

I can feel her tense up.

Holy shit! I’ve been holding my breath this entire time!

She leans slightly into me, pressing her butt into my crotch… Oh, fuck! I have a hardon!

Both of our faces go bright red.

Suddenly I back off, trying to hide my erection.

All of a sudden she drives past me and lays the basket in the net.

“That’s Game!” she says. “Well… I got to go. So you’re going to be at my house later tonight?”

Both of us have our backs turned to each other as she quickly grabs her ball and heads towards the door, looking back at me as she waits for my answer.

“Yep!” I yelp, still have a massive boner in my pants. “I’ll be there at 7pm!”

“Awesome, cya then!” she says on her way out.

God… That last play was painfully awkward. I hope she isn’t disgusted with me. She kind of bolted out of here really fast.

I just can’t believe I got a boner from playing her. Urrrgggh! I got to learn to self-control or we’ll never win a championship...

Come on Dave!

Get it together!

She’s just a girl!

But I can’t even deny she’s different from the other girls. I don’t know what it is about her. It’s like we have this connection. I can’t explain it. But I know it’s there.

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Once I get home, I hit the showers and then hit the homework hard. Once I finish, I watch some basketball recordings of Michael Jordan. One of the best in his time. Al