Hey y'all! New story, I know. So... um. This is just me pretty much writing. Basketball is like... my sport. I ADORE IT! And I've been playing since I was 6... so that's like over half my life.

Anyways enjoy. xD

OH WAIT! Okay, so I just want to clear a few things up. First of all, I kinda hate it when people bring in their own characters and make them like perfect, or like, a totally major part of the story. I don't know, maybe it's just some horrible writers (cough my cousin cough) xD anyways so Fang has two little sisters Nudge and Rue. I would have made it just Nudge, but I just couldn't picture Nudge as the person I want Rue to be so... Yeah. And Max has Iggy and Ella. Gazzy and Angel are from a different family.

Happy Readin'

Max POV

Adrenaline, coursing through my veins. Right foot plant, crossover , switch hands, now between the legs, around the back, fake left go right, step around misplaced defender, sprint the rest of the way, left, right, left, layup.

"Good, good job Max!" I turn around to see Coach Batchelder clapping, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead like he had been playing. "See that ladies? That's how champions do it. Practice over, break it out and go home," he emphasized the go home part.

We snickered as best we could out of breath and jogged to the center of the court, starting a slow clap. As we got to the center and all huddled our clapping got faster and faster until I raised my hand index finger and thumb making an o, other three fingers sticking up straight.

"Wood on three, one, two, three, Wood!" I shouted, the others joining me on the last 'Wood' and clapping twice.

After that we disbanded, all taking their time to walk over to the locker rooms.

"MAX!" I heard a voice behind me and someone launched themselves at me, clinging onto my neck. "Why must you be such a show off!" she whispered aggressively into my ear.

"Zoe, get off me!" I laughed shaking her off.

Gillian appeared beside me, shaking her white blonde hair out of its ponytail, "Seriously Max, what can't you do,"

"Awesome beast post moves like moi," Priyanka appeared on my other side, her long black curls already pulled out of its pony tail.

I roll my eyes, "True, but I'm working on them,"

"With me!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up, "You can't get better than your teacher, there's a sort of etiquette to this!"

"All's fair in love and war," I said shaking a finger at her.

She stopped staring at me, "This isn't love or war Maximum. This is high school 5A basketball!"

"So…. War," Gillian said nodding slowly which caused Priyanka to crack up. That girl will laugh at anything.

"Hey, Max," We were in the athletic dungeon. The school's endearing name for the athletic section of the school. It wasn't really underground, it's just that for some reason the hallways were smaller, the ceilings lower, and the lighting dimmer, and scarcer, giving off the impression of prison. But I liked it, it was fun telling people, "I'll be in the dungeon,"

Behind us were three of boys, all basketball players all seniors too. I recognized Sam, starting point as the one who had called out to me.

"Hey," I waved back. They approached us, I saw Priyanka visibly tense as she saw one of them was Sanjay, ex-boy-of-her-dreams. They had a history, enough to write a textbook bigger than my Government one.

"So," Sam said once they had reached us, "You coming to the Westlake game tonight? It's home," Westlake was our biggest rivals. Actually, it was like the biggest high school rivalry in the entire state of Texas, and Texas was huge.

"Are you kidding?" Gillian piped up, "Of course we are,"

"Yeah, no one who's anyone is going to miss that game, plus the guys are so much more attractive," Rue smiled icily glaring over at Sanjay.

Gillian rolled her eyes. "We'll be there, the entire team. Including the freshmen," I said definitively, "Speaking of which, when we play Westlake we would appreciate-"

"Expect" Priyanka cut in,

"The support," I finish turning to nudge her with my elbow.

"We'll be there, you don't have to worry. I mean who could resist such lovely ladies as yourselves?" Emmett bent down in an elaborate bow to complete his flirting.

"We're not cheerleaders," Zoe said kneeing his bent head playfully, "Flattery will get you nowhere,"

"I beg to differ," Priyanka cut in appalled, "Speak for yourself, flattery will get you everywhere,"

Zoe rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to argue and Gillian sighed, "Here we go again,"

"Well, we'll be there, see you tonight," I said quickly grabbing Zoe while Gillian grabbed Priyanka who were fake swinging at each other.

"Come at me bro!" Priyanka yelled as Gillian dragged her into the locker room in front of me and Zoe. Behind me I heard Sam mutter something about "Girls…" as the door swung shut.

Our locker room was basically three rooms. One side was called the Varsity room. It was basically a big square, with a chunk of wider lockers, about 3 feet down, 2 across, 1.5 deep, centered in the middle. Around 3 walls of the locker room were thinner, longer lockers about 6 feet up, one across, and one down. On the last wall was a door leading into the bathroom and on one side a long mirror with vanity lights on top and a white, stained counter. On the other side were a water fountain and a couple of lockers. The bathroom entered to a long line of sinks and mirrors, brightly lit, with mirrors on either side, across was a little section of showers, each with their own curtain and changing area. Farther down the hall were the sub-varsity showers and opposite that were the toilets. Then the hallway entered into the sub-varsity locker room which was an exact copy of the varsity one. The juniors and seniors had the varsity locker room, the sophomores and freshmen had the sub-varsity.

We finally let go of Priyanka and Zoe who fell to the ground in laughter.

"Honestly, you two," Gillian shook her head, running her hands through her chin level hair.

"What can we say?" Priyanka gasped out, "We're hilarious,"

Zoe reached out and slapped Priyanka in the face. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Priyanka exclaimed.

"Sorry," Zoe said holding up her hand, "Turrets," which caused both of them to be on the floor cracking up again.

Zoe had mild turrets, and by mild I mean ¾ of the school didn't know she had it. It was practicaly unnoticeable. Not that she cared that she had it, or anyone else for that matter. For those you who don't know, Turrets is a disease where people can't control their limb movements, so to put it in simpler terms it's people spazzing all over the place. It's kind of a joke in the program, Zoe's turrets. Like as just shown, people will slap others and blame it on Turrets, even if they don't actually have the disease.

If anyone else made fun of it? Boom, they'd be dead before next Wednesday.

"Well I'm taking a shower, and then we can go for fro-yo and be back here for the game, I suggest you shower as well," I said leaning down to where Zoe was gasping on the floor.

I grabbed my shower stuff and jogged into the sub-varsity room, "Oi! We're going for fro-yo before the game. Anyone need a ride?"

After setting up rides for everyone I took my shower, yelled at Priyanka who spent 30 minutes on makeup and another 20 on hair, piled into the car and set out to party.

Fang POV

Where did that come from? I thought to myself poking a purpling bruise on my chest. I shrugged and pulled on my game jersey, shaking my hair back into place. My mother always used to joke that she knew it was basketball season when I was covered in bruises.

"Come on, we've got to go, JV game's almost over," I said to my team who was dispersed evenly throughout the locker room, they all nodded and got into their gear except one kid who was sprawled on the floor.

"Who are you texting?" I asked moodily grabbing phone out of his hand. I was captain and everyone was supposed to listen to me, in theory anyways.

Jace smirked at me, "Your sister. She says she wants me,"

I snorted and tossed the phone back to him, I knew he was kidding; Jace and Rue had been best friends since before I could remember. If it was anyone else though, their face would be shot into next Thursday, literally.

Could you say I was overprotective? Maybe a smidgen.

"Get up sophomore," I said kicking his leg, "We've got a team to annihilate,"

"Okay guys, today's the day," I grunted. We were all in a huddle right outside the doors to the gym. "So, it's Westwood, but you guys know we've practiced hard and we can beat them. So… let's get 'em," I finished sort of lamely. The guys snorted, I had never been one for pep talks. Sure I was the captain and starting point, but if coach let me I would pass over the pep talk stick to someone else.

"Yeah, go Fang," Jace said fake-enthusiastically clapping his hands.

"Shut up kid," I shoved him in the shoulder but he just smirked at me.

The warm-up music came on, our cue; we burst through the giant inflatable bird they had placed in front of the door to great the roaring crowd. I glanced into the stands and almost smiled. Our student section was packed, taking over almost the entire section of bleachers. In the front middle was the entire girls' basketball team all wearing black shirts of some sort with numbers painted white and gold on the fronts. I spotted a girl on the front row waving manically to me, long black curls falling to her waist, tanned skin, and dark eyes, just like mine. I just shake my head at her, my face tilting up in a grin; Rue was the only person who could consistently make me smile.

She pointed to her shirt, which had a large 33 on it with the name Fly written underneath, Jace's. She frowned and pointed to a girl a little to the right of her who had 17 Walker written on hers. Actually I assumed it said Walker, as 17 is my number, because the shirt was tied in the back so a pale strip of stomach showed from underneath. I looked back at Rue to see her fake gagging; I smiled and shook my head. Sometimes she was way too overdramatic, the exact opposite of me. Lissa, the girl with the 17, was my girlfriend. She was hot, and I say that in the general sense of obviously dyed bright red hair, a nice figure, but kind of flat, but a really bitchy mouth.

But she played basketball; though she didn't really get any playing time, but she was on varsity, though that would be the only team she could be on as she's a senior too. I shook my head, too many buts; Rue would say that it's a sign this relationship wasn't going to work out, though Rue did really hate Lissa.

"Hey, Fang," I turned by head just in time to catch the basketball that was being thrown at me, "Get your head off of Lissa's ass and back into the game," Braeden, another senior smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes and took off towards the basket as a response. It was time to focus.

Max POV

Our side of the stands was packed, much more filled than theirs. Granted, it was an away game for them, and they did have their entire stands filled out. I was sitting in the front middle with all the other basketball girls. We were all wearing white while the other side was all wearing black. I bet the aerial shot of this place would be amazing.

"MAX!" Priyanka shouted in my ear over the roar of the crowd, "Okay, who's hotter, 17 or 23?" I scanned the court to where the guys were lining up for the tip off.

Off to the side of the court was number 23. He was tall, maybe 6' 2" with toned arms and tanned skin. His blonde hair was on the longer side, covering his ears and curling against the back of his neck. He stretched his arm muscles flexing, I could basically feel Priyanka swoon beside me.

In the center was number 17 and Sam, getting ready to jump. 17 was taller than 23, maybe by a couple of inches, but with much the same build, muscular, but not gross, huge, buff. A slim, tall, powerful physique, but 17 was tanner and had long black hair that swept across his face. I could see his dark eyes, focused.

"17, definitely," I shouted back to Priyanka.

"Really?" she surveyed him as he sprung into the air, successfully tipping the ball out of Sam's reach and two a shorter blonde boy of the team who tossed it down court for an easy 2-1 layup, "I guess he seems like your type,"

She got all excited again, "Okay, you can have him, and I'll get 23, deal?"

I just nodded, until Gillian grabbed my arm, pulling it to make me stand as one of our boys sunk a three.

The game had a minute left and we were up 106-104. My voice was sore from screaming my head off, and I was standing on the bleacher, jumping up and down with Gillian, Priyanka and Zoe.

The boys were passing the ball around, wasting time, as they should be. I was giddy with glee, we were going to win. The ball reached Dylan on the short corner, right out by the three point line. He fakes, and goes around his defender, going in for the layup. It looks like he's going to have it until number 17 steps in as help and holds his hands up.

They collide, both of them falling to the floor, the ball rolling on the rim, and falling in. Our side of the stands erupts in cheers. It was a stupid thing to do, and if I was the coach I would yell at him for about an hour, then bench him, but it paid off, this time.

But the ref was waving his hands and my heart sunk.

"No. Way." Zoe shouted stomping hard on the bleachers in her Turrets fuels fury, (as she likes to call it)

"Charge," he motions, "No shot,"

Fang POV

I'm not going to lie, I feel pretty proud of myself back there. That kid was huge, and it hurt like hell. I start to jog to my place in the press when I hear someone call to me.

"Hey you," I turn to see that kid who knocked me over glaring at me, "Yeah, you what's your problem?"

"My problem? You knocked me over," I said emphasizing the my and you. I turn back around but I feel a hand on my shoulder and as I turn to face him a giant fist comes out of nowhere at my face.

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