Day of Tryouts
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The cold shower I had taken after my morning work out with Cole didn't do much to calm the bundle of nerves I felt anytime I thought of him. He defiantly had awoken some dangerous hormones inside of me, hormones I don't even think Justin could sooth. I couldn't pay attention in my classes that morning. If my stomach wasn't doing somersaults at the excitement I felt thinking about Cole's hardness pushing into my ass, it was doing nose dives from nerves about try outs approach. "Hey L.J ! are you excited about try outs today?" Brittany asked catching up to me in the hall. "Oh ya , can't wait." I answered "Don't be nervous, I'm sure Coach will let you back on the team." She tried to reassure me. I gave her a smile thanking her for her vote of confidence. It was time for reading period. Cole was no where to be seen inside the gym, so I went to the locker room to change. I put my gym clothes on , a dry version of the ones
I wore into the river. Pulling my hair up into a loose bun I walked back out of the locker room. Still no sign of Cole. Starting my stretches I couldn't help wondering where he was. Once ten minutes had passed I felt like he might not be showing up to our training. I started suicide drills. Ten more minutes passed , shooting practice it is then. If coach K had me put on alternate I probably won't see any game time and I highly doubt she'd put me in on point so I didn't limit my shooting to the top of the key I dropped to the side shooting threes and sinking most of them, ones I didn't make I rebounded and drove my lay ups to the basket. It went like that for about thirty minutes before I decided to take a break and grab some water. My breathing heaved unevenly as I downed big gulps of water in between my lungs greedily inhaling air. I looked up at the sound of the office door opening and a women's giggling leaked out into the quiet gym. soon the owner of the voice, a curvy blonde that was pulling her tiny dress slightly lower down her legs barely covering her ass. Cole followed her out with a guilty grin on his face. I stared at him as anger bubbled up in me. He was late because he wanted a quick f**k session! What a f*****g garbage human. I thought boring holes into his stupid face. She continued to talk to him touching his arm, paying me no attention. I threw my water bottle down on the bleacher causing a loud echo in the mostly silent gym. Both of their heads snapped in my direction at the sudden noise. She looked at me annoyed at the interruption. The smile completely vanished from his face as his eyes meet mine. I c****d a brow at him grabbing the ball turning down the court to continue shooting. Their conversation quickly resumed, she thanked him stating she had a nice time and couldn't wait to see him later that night. He walked her out of the gym and left me alone. Annoyance coated my movements causing my shots to become too hard they flew off the rim each time. I rebounded the ball again my breathing heavier from me being worked into an angry frenzy. I rolled my neck in an attempt to loosen my muscles . I needed to focus on my up coming tryouts not worrying about some guy. I started thinking about the joy playing ball use to bring me, about me and my dad celebrating all of my victories. His pep talks when I lost a game and throw a fit over it and then me training even harder the next day so I wouldn't make my same mistakes. My breathing calmed again. Just as the bell rang for final period. No reason to change clothes seeing as I would be running all during gym to help get me ready for Tryouts. After refilling my water bottle and splashing water on my face in the locker room I looked at reflection. My cheeks were flushed and sweat and water had my baby hairs clinging to my forehead. Was what I feeling nervousness about tryouts or something else. I was late getting back to the gym everyone was already on the bleachers waiting for Cole to come in. I took my seat just as the Gym doors opened. My eyes stayed on the floor not wanting to meet his eyes with the heated feeling I felt in my stomach after witnessing him with Ms. Skimpy “Okay Class, my Name is Doug and I will be covering Coach Jordan, he had a wedding to attend.” My eyes looked up at a older man in a track outfit. “Today we will be having free time so as long as you stay in the gym you can do whatever.” Doug said going to take a seat on the other bleachers. Most of the students took off to different areas of the gym, grabbing basketballs and getting into teams while others stayed on the bleacher and started conversations. I took a few minutes to do stretches before running laps. A wedding? My mind run through the conversations being had in the Red room the night before. He had been there for his friends Bachelor Party. I wondered if that girl was his date for tonight? Wait, was he not going to be there for tryouts? A sinking feeling consumed my chest as doubt started swirling my mind. What if I didn't make the team? What if without Cole's help I actually suck ? No! stop that I told myself as I picked up speed running around the gym. Anxiety still filled me. Is this really something I want? My breathing grew louder as I was reaching my limit , even though this week had defiantly did a good job and getting me back in shape, I had lost a lot of training over the summer and was nowhere near ready for this season. I slowed my pace as I grew closer to my water bottle. Stopping when I reached it. I poured water in my mouth still fighting for enough air in my lungs. It didn't matter if I didn't want this, I would never know if it was something I actually needed to do until I did it. Maybe I was just scared that I wanted this too much and that it wouldn't be enough for me to just want it. Or I wouldn't be good enough no matter how much I wanted it. I had to try though, I told myself . The bell rang signaling the end of the day . I entered the girls locker room and changed out my tennis shoes for my old basket ball shoes, since my last game. They hugged my feet like I remembered and felt like a piece of me. I could do this I told myself as Jessica, Coach K's daughter entered the locker room with a couple of the girls and meet my eyes. "Good Luck L.J". She said heading to change. I didn't have an issue with Jessica I just didn't think she earned her spot but who was I to say that when I quite and she was my replacement. "Thanks." I said Standing to exit out into the gym. Good Luck I repeated to myself swinging open the locker room door.
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