Chapter Three
--The Story--
University's Gymnasium
A slender blonde girl is stretching.
University's Yard
A masculine, hair spiked boy is running and knocking into everyone.
University's Gymnasium
A girl is looking at her watch.
University's Yard
A boy is looking at his watch.
University's Gymnasium
The doors are forced open and the girl looks at who did it. "You're late again!" She says annoyed.
"Yea, well you know I was tired from last night's part." He answered nonchalantly.
"Tired?" She challenged. "Or are you afraid?
"Hey!" He pointed at her face with his finger. "Michael Guerin is not afraid of anyone!"
"Michael Guerin is not afraid of anyone!" She mimicked him like a child. "Maybe that's true in other cases but everyone knows that Michael Guerin is afraid to be bitten by Maria DeLuca in basketball."
Michael grabbed the basketball that Maria had the entire time and pretended to throw it back in her face. "We will see."
Maria swung her arm, pretending to hit him with it but ran it through her short blonde hair.
"Oh shit," Michael mumbled as he felt for that trick too many times.
"We will see," she wiggled her eyebrows.
The game started and Maria had the ball. She dribbled it fast and skillful. Her first ball went through the hoop, no problem.
Michael got the ball. He dribbled more slowly and teased her how it was just a coincidence that she got the first one in. Maria was in rage. Michael was playing with the ball: circling it on his middle finger, dribbling it between his leg.
"Hey look!" Maria pointed at something behind Michael. When Michael turned, Maria ran up and quickly stole the ball.
"Oh no!" Michael whined and watched as Maria tossed the ball through the hoop.
"YES!" Maria jumped up and down. "YAHOOOOOO!" She cheered.
Michael was about to dribble but yet again Maria got the hold of the ball. He was defiantly tiered of her constant success so Michael did the first thing that came to his mind; just when Maria jumped up to throw the ball, Michael body slammed her. Maria fell on the floor in disbelief and watched Michael's next move.
Michael grabbed the ball and dribbled it to the hoop. He jumped up, got the ball in the hoop and swung back and forth on it.
"HEY!" Maria screeched and stood up. "When will you stop cheating?"
"Hey, don't call me a cheater, Maria." He warned.
"That's what you are!" She confirmed. "A cheater."
"Maria, stop calling me that." He warned again.
"Michael is a cheater, he is a cheater." She made fun of him. "Cheater. CHEATER!"
"Oh yeah?" Michael twisted her hand behind her back.
"WAAAAAAH!" She yelled in his ear.
"Hey, man," he covered one of his ears with a free hand. "Would you stop yelling like a girl?"
"Hey," she quieted down. "I am a girl."
"HA!" He let her go. "You are not a normal girl!"
"Well excuse me," she turned to him. "For not being one of those stupid girls that you run after and who chant your name each time you pass by." Maria fluttered her eyes and acted as one of those ditsy girls in their university. "Michael is so cute…he is so handsome…just look at his full lips…."
"Excusemwa," he corrected. "I don't run after girls, they run after me!"
"Don't flatter your self." She rolled her eyes.
"And yes, you are right!" He grinned. "You're not like them…you never put make up on…never make your hair…never wax that mustache you have."
"What was that?" She yelled.
"That was a joke." He explained his last remark.
"Well, I don't like jokes!" She said, getting on her toes so they'd be face to face.
"Well, I don't like you-hoo-hoo!" He answered back. Their noses touching. Suddenly they turned away and went their separate directions. A second later they walked back to each other, just like before, noses touching. They yelled in unison. "SHUT UP!!!" And went in separate directions.
TBC…
--The Story--
University's Gymnasium
A slender blonde girl is stretching.
University's Yard
A masculine, hair spiked boy is running and knocking into everyone.
University's Gymnasium
A girl is looking at her watch.
University's Yard
A boy is looking at his watch.
University's Gymnasium
The doors are forced open and the girl looks at who did it. "You're late again!" She says annoyed.
"Yea, well you know I was tired from last night's part." He answered nonchalantly.
"Tired?" She challenged. "Or are you afraid?
"Hey!" He pointed at her face with his finger. "Michael Guerin is not afraid of anyone!"
"Michael Guerin is not afraid of anyone!" She mimicked him like a child. "Maybe that's true in other cases but everyone knows that Michael Guerin is afraid to be bitten by Maria DeLuca in basketball."
Michael grabbed the basketball that Maria had the entire time and pretended to throw it back in her face. "We will see."
Maria swung her arm, pretending to hit him with it but ran it through her short blonde hair.
"Oh shit," Michael mumbled as he felt for that trick too many times.
"We will see," she wiggled her eyebrows.
The game started and Maria had the ball. She dribbled it fast and skillful. Her first ball went through the hoop, no problem.
Michael got the ball. He dribbled more slowly and teased her how it was just a coincidence that she got the first one in. Maria was in rage. Michael was playing with the ball: circling it on his middle finger, dribbling it between his leg.
"Hey look!" Maria pointed at something behind Michael. When Michael turned, Maria ran up and quickly stole the ball.
"Oh no!" Michael whined and watched as Maria tossed the ball through the hoop.
"YES!" Maria jumped up and down. "YAHOOOOOO!" She cheered.
Michael was about to dribble but yet again Maria got the hold of the ball. He was defiantly tiered of her constant success so Michael did the first thing that came to his mind; just when Maria jumped up to throw the ball, Michael body slammed her. Maria fell on the floor in disbelief and watched Michael's next move.
Michael grabbed the ball and dribbled it to the hoop. He jumped up, got the ball in the hoop and swung back and forth on it.
"HEY!" Maria screeched and stood up. "When will you stop cheating?"
"Hey, don't call me a cheater, Maria." He warned.
"That's what you are!" She confirmed. "A cheater."
"Maria, stop calling me that." He warned again.
"Michael is a cheater, he is a cheater." She made fun of him. "Cheater. CHEATER!"
"Oh yeah?" Michael twisted her hand behind her back.
"WAAAAAAH!" She yelled in his ear.
"Hey, man," he covered one of his ears with a free hand. "Would you stop yelling like a girl?"
"Hey," she quieted down. "I am a girl."
"HA!" He let her go. "You are not a normal girl!"
"Well excuse me," she turned to him. "For not being one of those stupid girls that you run after and who chant your name each time you pass by." Maria fluttered her eyes and acted as one of those ditsy girls in their university. "Michael is so cute…he is so handsome…just look at his full lips…."
"Excusemwa," he corrected. "I don't run after girls, they run after me!"
"Don't flatter your self." She rolled her eyes.
"And yes, you are right!" He grinned. "You're not like them…you never put make up on…never make your hair…never wax that mustache you have."
"What was that?" She yelled.
"That was a joke." He explained his last remark.
"Well, I don't like jokes!" She said, getting on her toes so they'd be face to face.
"Well, I don't like you-hoo-hoo!" He answered back. Their noses touching. Suddenly they turned away and went their separate directions. A second later they walked back to each other, just like before, noses touching. They yelled in unison. "SHUT UP!!!" And went in separate directions.
TBC…
