vcldavid:
Split seconds decisions were made as David and his team were on the defense. Though basketball had become more of whoever has the ball shoots the element of positions and set ups was still a must. His position suited him, he was tall, strong, and quick. He could steal the ball and put pressure on the opponent coupled with his shooting skills, David was an all around threat on the court. The other team was trying to find an opening as his opponent dribbled the ball crossing it between his legs to fake him out. He didn’t fall for it waiting for the right opportunity. When they brought the ball forward and bounced down it down, the second it was on the rise David snatched it and passed it in an arch to his team member on the 3 point line. With most of the opposing huddled around their basket it was an easy 2 points. The opposing team coach was yelling at the move being illegal but the referee deemed it fair game. David’s team won with a slight margin, though it was practie match. Both teams treated it like a real game. Unlike most, they had a friendly rivalary and mutal respect for each other. After the post-match talk from the coach, some fans rushed to their favorite players. Besides scouts and family, the fans were their to get more up close since it was harder to talk to the players during the season. The young man had a following hearing the ususal “You’re so cool”, “Don’t forget about me when you go pro”, “Can you sign this?”. Part of him found it silly but went along as to not damage his image. He posed for pictures. There was 1 young woman who did catch his eye. She seemed rather bore to be there, but stayed until the end. David assumed she was a scout or reporter. “I’m not that high on scale,” he was referring to another player who was basically mobbed compare to him. Her timing was perfect as everyone else had gotten their full of him. “Did you want to ask me something?” David didn’t want to be rude but h was ready to shower and go home. The match was the last schedule he had for the day.
kids. she thinks to herself. oh, how the days of blissful adolescence stemming from the wistful glimmers of the younger days. how time transpires and toughens all the little ones up, the sentiment tugs a slight smile on her corners as she watches the player be mobbed over by their adoring fans. cute. she muses. albeit, having lived for almost a century, the sport in itself having never spoken to her with such persuasion as it does now. the athletic prowess of the players, almost alluring to some extent. she’s sure a hundred more years could take from amateur to pro.
“you’re high enough to have some fangirls wanting your signature and picture.” she glances over at the girls who still stood by the corner of the court giggling away, as their gaze still remained on the male before her. “david, was it?” turning back to him, a slight tilt of her head, strands falling inadvertently over her shoulder as a forefinger comes to carve it back behind her ear. “how long have you been playing?” her gaze averts to the other members behind him, all equally tall or perhaps even taller. her neck was starting to feel stiff from all the upward glancing. “that was a really close gam—” she pauses amidst her sentence, peripheral plagued by giggling girls, “do your fangirls always stay this long after your matches? or have you just found yourself some new crazy fans?” a finger moves to point at their general direction, their giggles have gone on for a while now, it doesn’t help that it’s accompanied by menacing glares towards the boy before her.
“maybe you should... go ask them if they’re okay?” turning back to him, “considering they’ve been staring at you for a while now.” she adds.
