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Chapter 2
"Cold?" Jack asked when Tip walked in the room. Tip nodded. "First time you're not wearing short sleeves, your mom would be proud."
"Yeah," Tip said. "I was cold and Troy was nice enough to lend me his jacket."
"You two are finally starting to get along."
"You could say that," Tip said, rolling his eyes as he walked to his desk in the back of the room. He pulled out his iPod from his bag and put the ear buds in his ears trying to drown out the noise of homeroom. Kids were talking and smiling and Tip just shook his head. He tapped his pencil on his desk to the beat of the song, mouthing the words, until someone pulled one of the ear buds out of his ear.
He looked up into the face of his father, who was raising his eyebrows. "Hi," Tip said, smiling at his father. "I was just putting it away."
"If you see Troy, tell him I changed practice times. It's at four tonight," Jack said, grabbing the iPod out of Tip's hand. "What did I tell you about listening to this all the time?"
"That I shouldn't and I should be focused on school and basketball," Tip said seriously. "But can I have it back?"
The bell rang and the students stood from their seats. "After school," Jack told his son, stowing the music player in his pocket. Tip rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag before walking out the door to Bree.
"Ouch," she said referring to his iPod getting taken away. "Now what are you going to do during study hall?"
He laughed while rummaging through his bag. He pulled out his camcorder and smiled. "I think I'll make a study hall movie? Want to be the star?" he asked looking through the eye piece as he walked down the hall. "Study Hall, starring Bree McFarland."
"You know," came a voice from behind them. "It's not safe to walk down the hall with your full attention on that stupid camcorder Tip."
"Well, it's not safe for you to walk down the hall at all Lars," Tip told the boy. "Because you're contaminating everyone's air with your-"
"Don't even finish that comeback Bolton," the dark haired boy sneered. "It's awful, I bet your big bonehead brother taught you that one."
"If he did, I wouldn't be using it," Tip muttered under his breath as Bree put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on Tip, ignore him,"
"Cute couple," Lars said laughing. "Bolton and McFarland. Walking her to class-"
"Herren!" Tip groaned at the sound of the voice. He turned around to see Troy, Chad, Zeke and Jason walking up to the group. "I'd appreciate if you'd stop messing around with my brother," Troy said, walking up to Lars. "Pick on someone your own age, not in your grade."
Chad, Zeke and Jason laughed behind Troy. Lars growled. "Like you?"
Troy did a movement with his hands that meant 'shoo' and Lars stalked off in the other direction, muttering words under his breath. "Aren't you going to thank me?" Troy asked Tip. "If your going to take my place next year then you need to start speaking up for yourself."
"I don't want to be like you!"
Troy's mouth formed a thin line and he looked down at Tip as if he was a bug. He looked about ready to say something when he turned around and stalked away, Chad, Zeke and Jason following obediently behind him.
"Tip," Bree said.
"Let's go," Tip said, turning his back on where Troy had stood. There was silence for most of their trip down the hall toward study hall.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "I've never heard you and Troy talk like that to each other. I mean, you never talk civil, but..."
"Look it's nothing. Troy just got mad at me this morning. That's all," Tip said, pulling out his camera. "So," he said, pointing the camera at Bree. "This is the wonderful, beautiful Breena Aoife McFarland, otherwise known as Bree."
"Tip as much as I'd love to be your star, we're going to be late," Bree said, smiling at the camera, and twirling her blond hair in her finger.
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"See ya Tip!"
"Bye," Tip yelled as he shut his locker door, pulling his backpack on and walking to the athletic office where he knew his father was. He was going to get his iPod back, because he needed to listen to it while he did his homework.
"Tip," Jack said as they met in the doorway, Jack on his way out, Tip on his way in. "Change up."
"Why I already had practice?" Tip said confused.
"I want you practicing with us," Jack said, shutting the door behind him. "The more practice you get the better you'll be. Plus, do you really want to walk home?"
"What's he doing here," Troy groaned when Tip walked into the gym with Jack.
As if on cue, Jack called the team over. "Tip's practicing with us today, just in case Billy doesn't come back to school before states. I just want to make sure he knows the plays."
"But Billy didn't play that much if he played at all," Troy interjected. "I don't know why you'd add another player to the squad now, especially if Tip can't play on both teams. What happens if Billy comes back?"
"We need the bodies Troy," Jack said. "If Billy comes back, Tip will go back down to JV. But, in the mean time, with Aaron sick and Billy not coming to practices, Tip's on varsity."
"Tip my main man," Chad said, holding out his fist for Tip to hit. "We're gonna rock with both Bolton's on. Yeah!"
The team dispersed into their formation for under the basket plays. "But Dad," Troy said, holding the coach back. "Freshman never make the team. You say their too irresponsible and immature."
"Troy, what I say goes. We need the support of Tip on the team, okay. He wouldn't play instead of any of the senior starters. If he played for any of the starters he'd play for Mike."
"But-"
"Troy, go lead practice like a captain."
Shaking his head, Troy walked back to group. "What do you want to run?" Jason asked, throwing the ball to Troy. It dropped at Troy's feet and he walked to the three point line.
"Jason, run Diamonds," Troy yelled. "I'm going to watch."
Jason ran out to Troy. "Diamonds?" he asked. "But, that's the one that would go straight to Tip's position. Don't you want to let him get the hang of everything?"
"No," Troy said. "If he's going to play varsity, he needs to know the play he's involved in most. And tell defense to cover him. Tight defense, no lame letting him get the easy basket."
"Are you su-"
"Jason," Troy yelled. "Run the play, or I'll run it for you and you'll do suicides!"
Jason sighed and ran back to the group. Troy stood in his spot, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed, and a green eyed monster sitting in his gut.
So...Troy's not a happy boy now is he?"
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