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The smirk on my lips grows wider while bouncing the ball left to right, and teasing this new boy I just met.
No, correction.
This new handsome boy I just met.
I take the ball inbetween my legs and bounce it backwards, with him giving me an amazed smirk on his lips, but what I didn't know is that, those seductions handsome smirk was trying to relent me from him, as he takes the ball from me.
Seeing the position turned, he dribbles the ball from left to right, with me moving along with his tricks. I stay put, just watching his moves and trying to get a pattern on how he moves, when I notice he is trying to move past me, but I block him just in time for me to be able to take the ball.
He seems taken aback, as he chuckles. "Not bad for a girl," he compliments, as it is my turn to dribble him.
The winner is one who is able to hit a higher goal at the opponents court. "Looks like you're one who likes to underestimate," I tell him going backwards with the ball, as he follows me.
"Well, I'll admit I didn't expect you to last this long," he smirks, as that gets me mad, making me take the move to move to his side and when he tries to get the ball, I turn my back at him, pushing the ball to my front, as I finally outsmart him.
From my position, I throw the ball high enough to get into the court, before turning back to him with a smirk on my lips. "And I guess I haven't told you, I hate to be underestimated," my voice low, as I'm inches away from him.
"Clearly noted, Pervy," he walks closer to me, his breath fanning my face as he takes the ball from my hand, which I let him.
"Do I have to write it on my face that, that's not my name," I tell him, as we begin the process all over again of trying to get the ball from him, and him trying to score.
"Don't kid yourself pervy, but if that makes you feel better, Alright." He raises his brows before relaxing them, as my attention goes back to his hands that moves the ball effortlessly.
Who am you kidding demi, he is definitely better than you.
The way his hands sway the ball from one to another, along with skills of mastering, keeping me in awe that I didn't notice he is actually tricking me, when he throws the ball over my head, and in an instant he is behind me, and scoring at my court.
"You let your guard down Pervy, with that you'll loose," he walks closer to me, as he hands me the ball after scoring.
"What? You're my coach now?" I chuckle hysterically. He smiles lightly, as his dimples showcases.
"Not at all," he says, nodding lighty. I stare at him a bit which is unknown to him, taking in more of his appearance.
A little of his beards peaking out from his chin, making it evident it wasn't too long he had shaved, along with his thick eyebrows, that seems to express more of him than his words.
I take my eyes off him, as I begin bouncing the ball, and we return back to our little game of blackmail.
Yes he is blackmailing me, as I would put it.
What?
Doesn't it look like it?
I remember his statement correctly, he said - 'If you can score the ball from me, I'll stop, but if you can't, then I win,' which officially means he's not giving me a choice.
'It's still doesn't mean it's blackmail.'
Oh whatever!
Well, since he thinks he's got the upper hand in this game, I know just how to turn the tables, even if it means breaking the rules.
Let's go boy!
I figured out something he would definitely do, or has to do, which is walk past me in order to get to the court, and that's exactly where my plan lays.
I plan to pretend to almost fall, hoping he would loose focus and then I'll be able to get the ball from him.
'But that makes it a foul.'
Well, who cares!
I get to score...haha.
'i***t, what makes you think he'll even pay you attention, for all you know he may also just want to score.'
True, but there's no harm in trying right?
'oh there definitely is, and you end up loosing,'
I move with him, as he swirls with the ball showing off the way his biceps flexes and contracts together.
Oh wow!
With that it still doesn't mean I'm off my game, as I focus on the particular moment I see him overtake me, and put my plan into action.
His attention gets diverted, as a worried expression flips onto his face, with his hand loosing control of the ball, as I take that as an opportunity to reclaim my posture and slide for the ball, before bouncing it thrice and scoring.
Hell yeah!
And Demica henshaw wins!
"Oh, I see what you did there, and may I say it was pretty smart..."
"Thank you." I cut him off with a huge smirk.
"But that's a foul," and now his expression becomes serious.
"Well, there was nothing about playing fair right?" I wink at him, knowing that he is indeed surprised and pissed at my actions. "What? You've never lost to a girl before?" I ask him, pushing him the more and what he does next surprises me.
He chuckles.
He begins to chuckle, as he walks closer to me. "Well if you may know, I haven't. Also, I would have loved to keep on playing and show you how just not playing fair looks like, but I gotta go," now his chuckles are changed to a smirk.
"But, you agree I won?" I ask him, as he nods. "So no more calling my me whatever it is you call me?" I ask again.
"Sure. Unlike you, I like to play fair," he says.
Well ouch!
"It was nice seeing a girl with good skills," he adds, as he walks further away from me and with that he doesn't say anything more as he leaves me standing there to question my own judgements.
Was that really cheating?
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Why do we have to wake up in the morning?
why can't we just sleep and wake up by whatever time we feel like?
Why do we have to go to school?!
"WAKE YOUR BLACK a*s UP DEMICA!" and Daisy's voice is enough to pull me off the bed, as I land staright to the floor.
Ouch!
"What the hell?" I remove the blanket away from my face to see a laughing Daisy and Alicia.
"We've been trying to get you to wake up, we have 30minutes until school begins," Chloe says, as I notice they are all dressed in their uniforms.
Shit!
"Why didn't you guys wake me up earlier?" I pull the blanket off my body completely, as I pick out my things from my closet.
"We've been on your a*s for the past thirty minutes, you kept on saying 'just a minute longer'," Diasy cuts in.
I sigh frustrated, looking for socks to pair for school. "Where the hell is it!" I rampage my closet, still not finding it. "Alicia can I borrow your extra pair of socks, I can't find mine," I place my clothes back after selecting out my uniform.
"Sure," she says bringing out a pair, and handing it to me. I take it hurriedly, placing it on the bed before rushing into the bathroom.
By the time I'm done, I have only twenty minutes left until classes begin, thankfully, the four of us have the first period together.
"Hurry up Demi," Alicia says packing the last of her things, as daisy and Chloe wait impatiently.
I put on my socks, then my wedge black shoe and pack my hair up into a bun before putting a little gloss on my lips.
"I'm ready, I'm ready, let's go," I adjust my skirt properly, as the three of them all sigh before all muttering a 'finally' under their breath, as I roll my eyes chuckling and we leave.
"Demi is always the one delaying, we have only got fifteen minutes left," Daisy speaks.
Daisy and Chloe are South African indigenes, though Chloe is white like Alicia, and Daisy has black skin like I do.
"And this time it isn't my fault. You all caused it," I tell them, as we walk closer to school.
"Nope we all stayed up all night," Chloe intervenes.
"Yeah, but you all are not the one with insomnia," I tell them, as we get to our class the instant the bell rings.
Thank God.
The three of us all take our seats close to one another, as miss Davidson comes in. "God! I'm still feeling sleepy," I mutter lightly to the three of them as they chuckle.
"Don't worry if you sleep off, we'll definitely wake you up," Daisy teases, as they laugh lightly again.
Yes they would definitely wake me up, but I definitely would not like the way they would, because they would do it in a way to please them.
"Idiots!" I say again as they chuckle. Miss Davidson begins to lecture, as I zoom out a little on what happened the night before.
The three of us decided to stay up late, catching up on the last four days of school, where as we gossiped, laughed and did hilarious things. Alicia and I ended up telling Chloe and Daisy about our interference with principal jones, to which they laughed their assess off.
Daisy and Chloe are really fun and reliable to be with, and yesterday just proved so. We talked about so many other stuffs, while getting to know one another better.
I also got informed that there would be a Saturday night party which is tomorrow, consisting of mostly all the classes in the school.
The Saturday party would also be held every Saturday with a week interval inbetween them, as I have learnt.
I look around me, while miss Davidson continues to teach as I glance at the whole class. My eyes lands on Vera, making me roll my eyes mentally at her.
By her side, I notice a familiar face when I recognize it's the boy from the basketball court and from the locker room, and behind him are some boys I recognize from the locker room also.
I also told Alicia, Chloe and Daisy about him, and when they asked about his name was when I realized I hadn't even asked, and I don't know.
Still looking at him, he turns and I'm met eye to eye with him, making me take my gaze away from him and back to the teacher.
Shit!
He definitely caught me.
"Demica can you give me a detailed explanation of a parasitic relationship based on what we're discussing today,"
Wait what?
I look up at miss Davidson to see her smiling at me, along with the rest of the class who's gaze is on me.
Well no s**t!
I wasn't even listening.
Jeez I had zoned out for long.
Miss Davidson still with her smile, making me remember how she knows my name.
It was a beautiful Monday morning, oh wait, scratch that, Mondays are not beautiful but stressful.
So, it was a stressful Monday morning, when I saw miss Davidson and admired how beautiful she is. I couldn't hold back and walked up to her telling her how she had a beautiful smile and is indeed pretty, even though it was my first day of school
She asked for my name and if I attended her class, to which I answered yes, before thanking me gracefully.
Now should I regret her knowing my name?
"um.... Okay.. A parasitic relationship can be... " I get cut off by a chuckling Vera.
Now what?
"Oh please sit down Demica, we all know that brain of yours can't explain that question. Don't bother disgracing yourself," Vera days with a sinister smirk on her lips.
Oh God!
This girl is a definition of a real b***h!
"Oh really, well I don't blame you saying that, not everyone is like you," I face her, as Alicia chuckles loudly, making everyone notice her purposely as to give me a go ahead.
"And actually miss Davidson I have a very good example here. Now, imagine having two plants, one being an aloe VERA," I emphasize on my word. "and the other being a mistletoe, both planted on the same field, and at a close proximity with one another," I continue.
"Now, we all know that a mistletoe is a plant parasite, and sucks whatever nutrients and sunlight it can, thereby depriving the neighboring plants from growing or sprouting, which is a real example of a parasitic relationship." I tell miss Davidson earning an approval from her.
"But, I'm not finished yet." I continue, as the rest of the class goes silent.
Oh I'm not done with you Vera.
"We all know that the Aloe Vera is gentle plant, but some specific one wich only have VERA to their name, earning to be the black sheep of the family, and deserves to be deprived of all those nutrients because of how parasitic they can be, even if the mistletoe was even a late bloomer," I finish, turning to Vera to meet a hard earned glare from her, as a smirk lays on my lips before winking at her.
Now who's the dumb one?
"Thank you Demica, that was a good example. But, we all know that the mistletoe is always the parasite and not the other way round. Now, don't get me wrong that I didn't see the little drama between you and Vera, and I would only let it slide when such does not repeat itself in my class." miss Davidson says sternly.
"Unless you both need to see me get you punished, and we wouldn't like that, would we?" she continues as none of us says anything, and she takes it as a yes. "Good, back to our topic. As Demica here has given us a good example between a mistletoe and an aloe Vera....."
Miss Davidson keeps on teaching, but my attention drifts off from her again, as I turn to my side, seeing the boy from the basketball court having a pleased smirk on his lips, before turning back to the teacher.
I guess I'm not the only one who hates vera's attitude.
The class ended as we all walk out before the bell for the second period was going to ring. I was talking to the three of my roommates as I notice none of them replied me, and all stop dead in their tracks.
"s**t!" I hear Alicia say, looking sternly at her phone, so as the rest of the two.
"What happened?" I ask Alicia, seeing the other two with a worried expression.
None of them says anything, as I take that as my cue to look at what they are all taken aback with.
My eyes stays glued on the phone as I stare at the video of I and Alica in the boys locker room, posted on the school blog, and written as perverts who barged into the boys locker room purposely.
Shit s**t s**t!
"Who the hell did this? This isn't even true, this isn't what happened," Alicia speak furriously, and I have never seen her this angry before.
I look around the rest of the students who were close to us, to see them muttering and side glancing us, as they said untrue things.
How is this possible?
Who did this?
My anger starting to rise, as my eyes lands on a particular boy I met at the basketball court. And, that particular boy mentioned he actually has a video that shows us at the boys locker room.
Oh wow!
I should have known!
I thought we had a deal, I thought he wouldn't do it. But, boy how wrong was I, because now I realize just what his smirk was all about.
"Demica, do you know who did this?" Alicia asks me.
"Oh I definitely do," I tell her, with my gaze meeting with a particular boy I met at a basketball court.
Oh, s**t is getting real!
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