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[bamfvincent-blog]

Text: Friday is our first game. You ready?

Text: Yeah, I know. Coach said he’s not going to start me, though, because I only just joined the team. I have to pay my dues and all... or so he says.

[bamfvincent-blog]

Ballers || Chriscent [12/07]

Being new at a private school wasn’t exactly new for the eighteen year old. He was used to the looks and the stares as he walked through the halls, noticing the way that the students regarded him with a side-eye that they tried to hide and a sneer that others didn’t feel the need to, and he was used to his teachers handing him his books without question. The only thing that was different this time, though, was his meeting with the school’s basketball coach - while he wanted to play football again, it was far too late into the season for a new player to come into the game and play on the field, so he would have to make do with basketball. Which he didn’t mind - after all, he had more of a leading position on the basketball field as a point guard than he did on the football field as a running back.

Sitting in the coach’s office, he explained to him how much he could bench, how quickly he could get to the glass and how he could create scoring opportunities for others before the coach nodded and sat his clipboard down. “Well, your record speaks for itself, so I’d love to have you, but there’s something more important in basketball than talent, and that’s chemistry. You’ve got to click with your players,” the coach spoke before he rose to his feet, and Vincent watched as the older male walked around his desk and opened the door of his office to peer into the locker room. “CJ, can you come in here for a minute?”