The Thirty Day Dare

Disclaimer: I don't own Slam Dunk, but I find it really amusing to write stuff about them.

Expect the early chapters to be a little slow, coz I think this story's gonna be a little bit long.

This story has been up a few months ago, but got deleted by the admin for my dumb mistake in putting the rating. ((-.-)) Here it is again anyway.

Prologue

"Things just can't get any better. I'm sick of this life man…It's the same friggin routine of school, home, basketball, home school and… basketball… and a few walking in the parks with… no one. I need a girl dammit! I need to break this insanity… It's gonna eat me up if I don't do anything…"

Yes, Mitsui Hisashi needed a girl, although he thinks.

"A girl huh…? Yeah. Why didn't I think of that in the first place? Am I some kind of a fag? Jesus Christ I'm in the last year of my high school days and I can't believe I'm ending it without having a girl's tongue in my pants. Shit. What a loser…"

"Mitsui Hisashi! Do I have to call your name for the 3rd time? What kinda moron are you?"

At the sound of the word 'moron', Mitsui immediately jumped from his seat with round saucer eyes as he left his mental diary entry off into space to answer the unheard question of his professor in front of the class.

"…um… velocity is equal to time over distance?"

There was silence in the class room.

"…That just proves it right. Athletes are muscle-brained. I can't believe you don't know the subject you're attending to. This is Lit class you idiot. Not Physics… and even if it were Physics, you actually gave the wrong formula for velocity." The teacher said with sympathy and irritability in his voice, and soft hisses and giggles filled the room. "Where do you get your answers anyway? From voices in you head?"

"Damn... This is it, I'm probably worse than insanity itself." He just stood there, feeling his blood coarse up to his face. "Shit…"

"Okay class, Mitsui's answer to the question, 'who wrote the novel "Sons and Lovers"' will end today's meeting. You're all dismissed."

When Mitsui got home that night, he lay on his bed, stared at his white ceiling and made another mental diary entry.

"Again, I'm sick of the same routine. And again, I need a girl…" He said in his head, while feeling like a total retard.

Then, Mitsui's thoughts suddenly shifted to the image of the girl he seemed to like since the beginning of the school year- the girl who would do spectacular dance numbers, sing like a diva and act like a celebrity, not to mention, be treated that way by a lot of Shohoku's male students.

She was the girl who Mitsui dreamed of becoming his girlfriend.

"Midori Nakashima. First year, section A, 2nd honor student of the first semester, absolutely beautiful, talented, sweet, kind, popular… although I've never met her." He felt his mouth lift up a little with the thought of her, but slowly turned to a frown when he thought about her never even getting to meet him. His first crush in Shohoku High was no other than the girl of his dreams, and has been his so called inspiration for quite a long time.

"Hmph…. As if she'll ever settle with a guy like me…" He said the last words out loud, and after a few moments, drifted off to sleep.