The Tuesday night’s basketball game was coming to an end, 2:39 seconds flashed on the neon score board. Our team was up by 16 points. It had been an amazing spectacle. This was my first time at any school sports game, and I was having the time of my life. I didn’t even mind being a cheerleader for the night. I had put a little more effort into my appearance and even wore a cute red and black bow in my hair.
I truly enjoyed cheering for the team, screaming and jumping at every score. Oh, and watching Alex dominate the court was intoxicating. His fluent movements and sometimes aggressive plays made me stare at him all night, his super-hot body…clearly a bonus.
He had scored most of the goals for the evening, and every so often he would run past me and wink, or smile, or high five
