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Post by Athena Damian on Jun 16, 2007 22:10:59 GMT -5
Her blond hair, disheveled and entangled in crazy, stray locks, matted to her perspiring forehead and drenched back, swung placidly against her back as she pivoted, giving a quick twirl from the toe and brushing the ball into the waggling strings of the net. Was it a tie? Two to three? What was the god damned score? She drew back breath and exhaled rather noisily, holding up a hand to indicate a pause.
Her brother smirked, the ball tucked underneath his arm, "Tired? Challenged? Possibly...beginning to give up?"
"Not a chance," she stabbed a finger into his chest, a smug look on her face, "I was only going to ask for the score."
Her brother's smirk faltered, his face contorted with fear mixed with shame, "The match isn't over yet and besides I have a class in five minutes. You were lucky this time," he popped his shirt, in show case of telling her he was the man before he swung his bag over his shoulders and stalked off; he temporarily did a double-take, swearing under his breath, knowing he saw his sister whoop secretly from behind in victory.
"You were lucky this time," Athena mimicked his voice in a barely visible tone of anger. Swapping the ball from the ground she bounced around the court, taking a few shots from afar, knowing by far that this game, this passion was the best thing that ever happened to her. Basketball, apparently, and you might not believe, was her life.
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Post by Jay Nathan-Cruz on Jun 18, 2007 12:49:10 GMT -5
Jay closed his locker and headed toward the Sportplex. He wasn't even skipping class this time. It really didn't matter what he did at this point, it was free period time. What should he do......basketball or homework. Wait, why was their even a discussion about this. He knew what he was going to do. MAybe he just wanted to give himself a fair shot. Jay walked into the gym as he saw Athena and Frank playing basketball. He was using his free period to brush up on some basketball practice. He settled himself as he watched the brother and sister plat. Jay, propped against the railing of some bleachers, laughed out loud after Frank had left the room. He broke into applause. "Wow, I have never seen anyone hand Frank's ass to him like that. I can't wait to tell the team." He put down his duffle bag on a bench and waked over to Athena. "Come on, I think I owe it to my teammate to win back his dignity." He took off his own shirt and threw it to his bag and he opened his arms wide open. "See, I really don't think, you can handle this." He smirked at her, as if to dare her to play against him. He needed the practice and he saw that she was gettting good at it. "Hey, we can make this interesting. Maybe even make a bet." He raised his eyebrow. Let's see how far he could push her.
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Post by Athena Damian on Jun 18, 2007 14:03:38 GMT -5
She paused, a slight pain stabbed on the inside of her stomach. Cramps.
Drat.
She set the ball on the ground, hands clutching her knees in exhaustion, her back bent for a few minutes in relaxation. It wasn't long before she had, straightened herself up and continued to bounce around the court, taking a few balanced shots a few missing by an inch.
Jab, jab...left, swivel and lay-up.
It wasn't a matter of time when the sound of footsteps reached her ears, and she temporarily stopped, looking up to spot Jay applauding for the game. Grinning slightly, she gave him a bow. She watched as he took his shirt off and talk conceitedly about how she couldn't handle him. Pfft. She would have to look in to that.
"Hey, we can make this interesting. Maybe even make a bet."
"You're on, Jay," Athena flashed him a smirk, pacing around the gym thinking of the consequences of her win when playing against him, "How about...you tell your team how I kicked your ass in basketball if I win." She crossed her arms playfully, watching for his expression.
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Post by Jay Nathan-Cruz on Jun 18, 2007 18:45:28 GMT -5
“Ooh, I love confidence.” He said as he went to the middle of the court. He frowned at the thought of telling the team that he was beat by a girl, but it wasn’t impossible. In fact, it was probably an easy dare. It wasn’t humiliating of crude or anything. He thought to himself on what he wanted when he won. It had been ages since he had a good meal. In fact, the last time he had a good meal was when Roni cooked for him…and she was dead now so he wouldn’t be able to get it back. Hopefully, she can cook.
“And what do I want?….Hmmm, let’s see. I got it.” He raised his eyebrow as if he were challenging her to guess what was on his mind. He looked her over, God he could be a perv when he wanted to be. “If I win, you have to come over to my place…………and cook for me.” He smiled, thinking about a home cooked meal. “And not some cheap shit that you buy at the corner store or order in. I want a full course meal from scratch. But that’s when I win. And you have to wear something cute and well, about knee length. It could be practice for when your married and cooking something special for your husband.” He picked up the ball and got into position to check the ball toward her. He bounced the ball and put his hair out of his face. He loved competition.
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Post by Athena Damian on Jun 19, 2007 10:02:25 GMT -5
"Knee length?" Athena scoffed, rolling her eyes as he talked about his part of the bet, "The only thing I probably have knee length are these shorts." She pointed at her legs, wearing a pair of dark blue shorts with one white striped line across the thigh, "Unless you want me to wear my prom dress...which would probably end up getting dirty so, no way am I wearing that." She shrugged. She would have to figure it out later anyway.
"Cooking is not my thing but," Athena said, smirking a little, "I wouldn't have to worry over that. Because I'm going to win." Practice for getting married, pfft, like she was going to do that, "When I get married, my husband's going to do all the housework and I'll be the man of the house." she grinned as he checked the ball, "Alright, up to two then?" Grabbing it back she bounced a little, eyeing his stance; left didn't look so bad. Even though she was a rightey. Biting her lip lightly, she gave a little fake start trying to swivel out his way and made sure to post up as he would get close.
"She shoots," Athena muttered, doing a hook shot, watching the ball clang on top of the rim, roll around and tip over, falling not into the net. Cursing under her breath, she tried to get the rebound which seemed to look impossible at the moment.
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Post by Jay Nathan-Cruz on Jun 19, 2007 13:29:18 GMT -5
“Hey.” he said as she took the ball from him unexpectedly. “I wanted to play fair, but if we‘re going to play dirty then okay then.” He smiled as he chased after her trying to block. Sloppy. He thought to himself. I hope she‘s gonna line the shot up before she….wow. She didn‘t. He watched as the ball hit the backboard of the post. She could‘ve made it to if she just would‘ve lined up the shot. But there was no time for sympathy, just boasting and I told you so’s.
“She shoots and she chokes.” He said as he retrieved the ball from her and dribbling it to the other side performing a layup as the ball sank in. “Wow, if I knew it would be this easy to beat you, I would have suggested you naked.” He couldn’t help letting the perverted side come out. She knew that he was just playing.
That’s what he likes about Athena. He could joke around with her all he needed to, she would just play it off and insult him right back. That was the norm with them, as long as he could remember. He went up to shoot the ball again but she blocked him. Successfully, hell it scared the shit of him because he was about to dunk and some hand comes out and smacks the ball away from him.
He went down to the ground with no ball in his hand. “You are going to pay for that.” He laughed, going after her with the ball.
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Post by Athena Damian on Jun 19, 2007 16:26:17 GMT -5
"Ha ha," Athena rolled her eyes at his naked joke, trying to steal the ball from under him, her hands going into a reach knowing she was cheating. But, come on, who wanted to cook and wear something in knee-length. There was no way she was going to let that happen. Tongue in between her lips, she rose just high enough to block the shot he was about to make.
"Whoo!" Athena pumped a taunting fist into the air as she ran after the ball with him behind her. Snatching the ball off the ground, she grinned before kicking off and running towards the net for a lay-up. Raising her hands up she let it follow through. Although she felt herself slip and fall on her bum, the ball spun over head and fell in, "Somebody's going to be telling something to their team." She smirked jokingly, checking the ball to him. Of course, it was loser's ball. One more point and the game was hers. She just had to keep him from going to the inside. Anything but the inside was fine.
"Not looking so cocky anymore, J," Athena grinned, making sure to defend him.
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Post by Jay Nathan-Cruz on Jun 24, 2007 22:02:19 GMT -5
Jay chased her down and picked her up. She was wearing him out, but it was a good workout for the day and it was mentally stimulating. That was almost refreshing. He completely picked her up and took the ball away from her. Hey, he was cheating, but that was the way the cookie crumbled sometimes. Wow, his thoughts were getting more Clark Gable by the second. Next he would be talking about washing dishes with his woman and getting home by 8 to watch American Bandstand with the family. Maybe he could get a day off from the job so they can go visit the Grand Canyon- wait, where the hell was his mind going. It was interrupting the game. And then he realized he had her in the air for a few second too long. He snapped back and said, “So, this is what I have to resort to, huh? Physicality?”
He laughed as he dribbled the ball across the court, getting closer and closer to the opposite of the rim. This was the moment that he waited for all his life. Well, not really, maybe the moment he waited for in the last five minutes. “So the rule is first one to two, right? Well, I have one, you have one
. Maybe we can all a truce- wait, what the fuck am I saying?” he held the ball over his head to avoid her getting the ball. It was fun torturing her, it was the highlight of his day. No, that Spinach Con Queso Nacho combo from Senor Carlos’ Mexican Delight was the highlight of his day.
Wow, he was acting very ADD today.
That’s how he was around Athena. She made him feel like a kid again, which he oh-so desperately needed, since he had never really had a stable childhood.
He was at the three point line, ball above his head, and a 5 ft something person swarming around him. He went for the free throw, putting her in a headlock. It was weird. It was like one of those moments in the movies where everything was slow-motion. The ball soared, almost to the rim. This was the game deciding moment. The suspense was killing him. What would happen next?
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Post by Athena Damian on Jul 28, 2007 17:26:08 GMT -5
"HEY!" Athena struggled against his grip as he pulled her up into the air, "You-you...cheater!" she was outraged but inwardly ready to cheat right back. As he let her down, and dribbled around the court with the ball, she ran after him, a look of determination on her face as she lunged for the ball. But damn, he was just too tall. She must have looked rather stupid, jumping repeatedly up and down, trying to snatch the ball away from him.
"TRUCE, DAMN IT!" Athena bellowed, half laughing as he stood, ready to take a shot, her head stuck in between his locked arms. The ball soared into the air, and she watched, gaping as the ball clanged on the rim and few times and rolled in almost tauntingly.
She released herself from his headlock, punching him irritably yet amusedly, on the arm, "Not fair, Jay!" Athena shook her head, "Rematch!" She stomped her foot on the ground, her face set with stubbornness. After that game, she was bound to stay stubborn under his gaze and would definitely not play part in this bet.
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