Author's note: To those who have read my other stories or favorite-d and alerted me, you probably know how I decided, back then, to quit writing human fics. Well, technically, I did quit for a while. And I eventually came back to give it another shot.

The truth is, I'm currently hooked up with Taylor Swift's 'You belong with me' and I decided it would be a very nice idea for my comeback. So here it is! I give you again, for the second time around, an all human story. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters I used. Or even the inspiration for this story. They belong to their rightful owners, Stephenie Meyer and Taylor Swift.

The school bell rung for the fourth time this afternoon, signaling the students to leave the school grounds and to run to their respective classrooms.

With one hand firmly holding Coach Clapp's reading materials, I scrambled through the congested hallway of Forks High and paced my way towards the gym. I had to make a run for it; I barely have time to deliver these papers, let alone making it to class afterwards. With my lack of balance and coordination, it was not a surprise that I tripped and stumbled numerous times before even making it to the gym. I breathe out a sigh of relief I as eventually reached the place, knowing that walking offers me a lesser amount of damage than running.

I wheezed and fought for breath as I steadied myself on the ground. I was now standing face-to-face with the door. With a turn of the knob, I cautiously pushed for it to open slightly, revealing the empty basketball court at this time of the day.

As the door creaked open, I heard a distinct sound from behind the wooden entrance; much like someone's dribbling a ball or anything of that sort. I prudently took a step inside to figure out where the sound was coming from and was shocked to see a guy playing basketball by himself. He seemed too occupied for my presence didn't even bother him. I grabbed this chance to observe how he plays, how he moves. Surely, Coach Clapp wouldn't mind me staying here for even a teensy minute or two.

Even in my younger years, I never really liked playing this sport. Or never even liked watching the guys play. When a basketball game shows up on TV, I would either search for the remote control and switch it to another channel or just save myself all the trouble by turning it off. Ironically, right at this very moment, I couldn't let my eyes off of this guy, couldn't let my feet drag me to somewhere else. There was something about this boy that captivates me. Maybe it was how his muscles deliciously flexed with his every movement. Or how his lean body moved with such ease and perfection. Or how his long legs glided through the smooth texture of the gym floor. I just couldn't quite figure it out.

Wait. What was I saying? You haven't even seen what he looks like, yet you're already blabbering something about captivation? Take a grip, Bella! This is not the right time to lust over some random guy whose back appeals to you more than it should!

I was abruptly pulled from my reverie as a 3-point shot came into view. This is the very first time I actually appreciated a single shot and I felt a little over excited for his achievement. Unconsciously, I clapped my hands with much enthusiasm, causing him to turn around; I almost died when he did.

Oh, wow.

My words tangled up in my throat as I caught a glimpse of his beautiful face. Even from afar, I could see the most brilliant emerald eyes he possessed, shadowed with both confusion and amusement. His hair was a tousled mess, but it didn't matter as much; he looked even more divine with the disheveled arrangement. His cheeks were flushed from exhilaration and sweat covered his body, soaking his white shirt with it. We held gazes for a while, not breaking the intense connection we had just established.

Slowly, he walked towards my direction and my heart thumped erratically as he moved closer. Well, I guess that's the cue.

…turn your back and walk towards the other direction, Bella…

…you're going to start moving...

….any minute now…

Darn it. Apparently, my feet had other plans for today. I looked up and realized that the basketball guy was only an arm's length away from me now.

"Hi," he greeted.

This is a short one, since I intended it to be an introduction or a prologue of some sort. Also, this will be a fast-paced story, so brace yourselves for the coming chapters. I've already written the next chapter, by the way. Review and I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.

I'll be sending a sneak preview on the first chapter to those who will review. So, send in those reviews! :)

The last chapter for 'A Shot at Failure' will be posted very soon--please be patient. I can't give you the exact day to when I could actually post it, but I'm hoping I could do it next week. I'm still trying to work everything out in that chapter.

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