Unfortunately Attracted

Chapter3

The sun was shining brightly at Luther's College, casting a warm glow over the basketball court. A light-skinned girl with a messy bun was playing her favorite sport alone, her movements swift and precise as she dribbled the ball and shot it into the net. "YES!!! 20 points!" she screamed in joy, panting heavily as she fell to the ground.

As she lay there, she heard footsteps approaching. "Do you mind a game with me?" a deep voice asked, and she looked up to see a guy stretching out his hand to help her up. But she ignored him, got up, and made to leave. The guy blocked her way, a smirk on his face. "That was rude," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

The girl hit him, making him move aside. "WHATEVER!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the hall as she made her way to the exit. But then she heard him say, "You scared I might beat you, right?" She stopped in her tracks, her back still to him.

"You know I'd love to see you try," she said, her voice full of confidence and defense. The guy chuckled and moved towards her, a corny smile on his face. "Just one goal, let's see who's the boss," she said, looking at her wristwatch. He nodded, and the game started.

Within three minutes, they were both in full concentration, neither willing to give up. "Call me Jeremie," he said, trying to defend his court. But the girl was too quick, and she caught the ball off his grip and threw it into the net. Luckily, it passed through it and hit the ground with a thud. She laughed, a soft, melodious sound. "Told ya, I'm the boss, kiddo," she said, smiling softly as she picked up her water bottle.

Jeremie was panting softly on the ground, looking up at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "Nice playing with you... Jeremie," she said, her voice sweet as honey. He smiled, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for this mysterious girl.

As she left the hall, Jeremie's friends showed up, their faces filled with amusement. "The almighty was beaten, or would I say the almighty has fallen...?" Scott said, laughing. They all joined in, their laughter echoing through the hall

Jeremie got up, a bit embarrassed but also impressed by the girl's skills. "What? Man, you let that chick beat you?" Ralph asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"C'mon, it's not that serious," Jeremie said, trying to brush it off. But his friends just laughed, their teasing not letting up.

Meanwhile, Melissa and her minions had been watching from the sidelines. "What is going on with that b*tch?" Melissa asked, her voice filled with frustration. "Who does she think she is?"

Emily and Sasha exchanged a look, and Emily spoke up. "Don't overthink it, it's just a game, isn't it?" Sasha nodded in agreement, and Melissa sighed in relief.

"You sure?" she asked, and they nodded. With that, they left the premises, their faces still filled with annoyance.

As Jeremie walked home, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had just met someone special. Someone who wasn't afraid to stand up to him, someone who was confident and fierce. He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

Little did he know that this was just the beginning of a wild ride, one that would change his life forever.

*

At Montano's Mansion in Australia, Jeremie's friends were still teasing him about his game. "Dude, you let her beat you on purpose, right?" Scott asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"C'mon, man, it's not that serious," Jeremie said, trying to brush it off. But Scott's words struck a chord. "Exactly, it's a game that no one has ever beaten you at. Right?"

Jeremie's smile faltered, and he looked away, feeling a bit annoyed. "Y'all are sick," he said, getting up to leave.

Just then, the telephone rang. "Don Devon speaking," Jeremie's voice was firm and commanding. "A mission will be up in a few days. Train harder. More information will be passed to you in no time."

The caller hung up, and Jeremie's face fell. "Goddammit, Don Devon? I dislike his missions," he said, frustration evident in his voice.

Ralph, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke up. "Well, no matter how much you hate it, you can't say no to its callings."

Jeremie nodded, knowing that Ralph was right. He was Don Devon's right-hand man, trained personally by the Don himself. He was skilled to the core, and he knew that he would have to face whatever challenges came his way.

As he went up to his room, Jeremie couldn't help but wonder what this new mission would bring. Would it be another challenge he would have to overcome? Or would it be something more?

Only time would tell.