I wanna tell everyone that this story isn't going to include any love making scenes. I'm not sure how to write them, and honestly I'm just not comfortable writing them either. So, I hope anyone isn't expecting it to happen, since I'd rather keep it PG-13 anyways. Sorry if you want the smut :/It's not that I'm against reading it. I just don't want to write it. I'm weird like that. Question: Is it weird that I like to read stories that contain no vulgar sex scenes and just have those cute little moments? I saw some posts on Tumblr that said if your Bechloe story doesn't contain smut, what's the point of writing it?! I'm all panicky cuz that's me! 0_0

Very important question for Glee fans out there: I'm possibly considering writing a Karley fic. Aka: Kitty and Marley from Glee. IS THIS A WRETCHED IDEA? Yes, no, maybe I didn't meet you and this is crazy? I've literally read all the stories about them on Fanfiction. I don't know why I'm obsessed with those two, but I am...and it's not good because I CAN'T STOP SHIPPING THEM. Like what the hell? I don't even watch Glee, almost ever. I even used to bash it. Now I can't since I'm totally into Faberry and Karley. I will admit that the guy Rachel likes and Jake are pretty darn cute. So they did improve in their choices of handsome young men :) some people are just meant to be together though!

And the last thing I want to say is that I'm not into cursing too much in my stories. As you readers can tell, I don't use offensive language often, if ever. I think there are alternate ways to express emotions without dropping an F bomb or calling someone a beezy. I'm not saying its taboo or anything, it's just not me. And I'm not saying I dislike writers who use profanity. I curse in real life, but I've seriously been trying to stop altogether, and it is not easy by any means. But hey, a girl can try, right?:D I WANT TO SAY SORRY TO ALL READERS AND REVIEWERS FOR NOT UPDATING. SINCERE APOLOGY EVERYBODY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! Thanks for listening to my pointless rambling!

Oh, thank you for all the favorites and followers. Big shout out to all my reviewers. It means a lot to me when I get a review. It honestly makes my day; I'm not kidding! So thank you all for the support and love. I love you guys and sorry for not updating until now. I'm also sorry for taking up your time, when you could be reading my actual story. I'm talking all your heads off and I don't wanna kill anyone of boredom, so here it is! Longest chapter so far!;)


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Beca's P.o.v -
The Bellas decided to have a basketball game to get our anger out. Mostly Aubrey, since she was having one of her pissy days. What's new? I think almost every day is a headache for Bree. Little did I know, there'd be more of an argument than anything. Anyhow, this should be anything short of ridiculous amusement.

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"Listen up everyone!" Aubrey shouted to command attention. "We are going to have a basketball game because little Freshman Chloe and badass Beca over here think it will be a productive way to vent our frustrations."

"Sports are an aca-awesome way to take out your anger without hurting anyone. As long as it isn't dodge ball, tackle football, lacrosse, and uh...so on. Sorry for babbling on," she shyly stated the last part, her cheeks slightly reddening.

Chloe's too cute. The rambling. The way her cheeks redden when she's embarrassed. Her cute little sunshiney smile. Her innocent charm.
WHAT THE HELL?! What's she doing to me? I'm becoming romantic and sentimental. This is so not good...

Stacie interjected. "I know another way to take out your anger," she said with a disgustingly flirty wink.

Oh no...I know right where this is headed with her. The same direction it always is. Chloe, please don't ask her. You'll regret it.

"What's the other way?" Chloe piped up.

Damn it, she's just so curious and oblivious.

"Sex."

Chloe's face turned the brightest shade of pinky red that I think I've ever seen. No wait, it's definitely the most humiliated I've seen her. It suits her; the innocence part. I probably should have stopped her from asking that. She kind of set herself up. I mean, come on, it's sexy Stacie we're talking about!
I see Stacie, Alice, Cynthia Rose, and Jessica all snickering loudly. It's probably because Chloe is now trying to hide her shame and face in the crook of my neck.

This time Fat Amy jumps in. "Oh yes, we all know how much you like sex Stacie. But don't put me down for anger management. Angry sex is not my thing. I can totally see Aubrey getting down though."

I can't help but burst out laughing because Amy is so dead on, it kind of scares me. Aubrey is beet red and everyone is staring at her. Everyone ends up laughing at this so-called revelation. I'm going to bet Aubrey won't be impressed with Amy's much too honest answer.

"Amy? Don't say that kind of stuff in public! It's not professional!" Aubrey shouted in disbelief.

Cynthia-Rose chuckled. "We're professional? Girl, have you been on the same team as us? We can't even agree if it's on three or after three." She does have a point. We're about as professional as the Treblemakers are polite.

Aubrey looked less than thrilled. I'm sure she's more than happy to share her opinion though. "That's beside the point Cynthia-Rose. It's still embarrassing. Amy, how would you know about my sex life?" Aubrey questioned, glaring at Fat Amy.

Fat Amy turns her head around at hearing her name and looks intently at Aubrey. "I wouldn't. You're just so uptight in public. In private you have to be an absolute animal." Fat Amy howled with laughter as she dug her own grave.

Oh, Fat Amy, you are hilarious, but Aubrey is going to go all aca-evil on your ass during the game.
I might be able to get away with making fun of Aubrey. It's only because I happen to be her best friend since we arrived at Barden College.

"AMY! THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE TALKING ABOUT MY PRIVATE LIFE. IT'S PRIVATE FOR A REASON!" Aubrey shouted at about the loudest I'd ever heard her. That's pretty loud, considering Aubrey is an extremely vocal person. And no, I don't mean it in the same way as Fat Amy. That's just gross you know.

Beca's P.o.v -
She's so funny. Aubrey seriously needs to chillax, as Stacie and Cynthia-Rose would say. Chloe is still practically cowering into my side. Not that I mind...okay, I really have to stop whatever this feeling is! Haha, what is this feeling, so sudden and new? Wait, what the hell? Now I'm reciting Wicked. I didn't know I was capable of even knowing a play so damn girly. Come on, I'm badass Beca. So why am I acting like this? If any other person did what Chloe is doing, they'd get hit, really hard. Sure, I tease and flirt with her, but I don't actually have genuine feelings for her, do I? She's like an adorable puppy that you don't want to ignore. If you ignore her, she'll whimper and then you'll feel so guilty that you have no choice but to spoil or hug her. It's kind of not fair, but it's so true that I can't help but want to do anything for her. Great, now I sound totally and completely WHIPPED... I need to make fun of someone to get my mind off Chloe freakin' Beale! I might as well pick on Aubrey. She's easy to piss off.

I smirk in Aubrey's direction deviously. "So, when is the right time?"

"For what Beca?" Aubrey pondered.

"To share your private life matters?" I muster out, muffling my laughter afterward.

"Not you too Beca! Don't make fun of me. You're... I mean we're supposed to be intimidating the freshmen!" Aubrey tried to convince me with pleading eyes.

"I don't think that will make a good impression for either of us. I forgot; you don't care if you have any friends, as long as you win. Or as your dad would say, if at first you don't succeed, pack your bags," I say mockingly.

If I didn't offend her before, I surely did now.

"BECA, WHAT THE HELL?! That's such a low blow. You know my parents, especially my dad's expectations are über high! In the aca-atmosphere as far as I know! I do like to win, but I care about everyone on this team!"

For caring so much, she sure does like to boss around and pick on Chloe.

"Then why are you so vicious towards Chloe?" I ask, more directly than I intended to. "She didn't do or say anything remotely mean to you!" I'm heated now and my fists are clenched. Plus I'm glaring daggers at Aubrey. I feel a tug on my shirt and a warm breath tickling my ear.

Chloe is mouthing something along the lines of, "its okay, you don't need to stand up for me. I don't wanna come between yours and Aubrey's friendship."

Beca's P.o.v/meddlesome conscious -
She is way too sweet. I really don't deserve to be friends with such a cutie. I cannot believe I just said that... Chloes a ginger though! And that makes it okay for you to sort of hit on her? I don't know gah! Leave me alone conscious. I don't want your opinion now. Actually it's yours because I'm YOUR conscious, genius. Oh, right. Well, what should I do? You should do what you feel is right. You are no help conscious; I'm leaving. Once again, you can't leave me, I'm your conscious you scatterbrained fool! Fine!

"Beca, are you alright? You seemed out of it. Not that I think you're an airhead. I mean... I love airheads. The candy; it's one of my favorites and you're aca-awesome! Aww...I'm sorry..." she frowned and gave her best puppy dog eyes.

God damn it...not the eyes; anything but the eyes. Okay, not anything, but you get where I'm coming from? And her little airhead spout; adorable.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine. Just a bit distracted and I love airheads too, especially when they're gingers and sing Maroon 5 and Boys Like Girls." I wink and I think she just about faints in my arms.

"Are you referring to me as an airhead, Beca?" Chloe innocently questions.

Aubrey cuts in with venom on the tip of her tongue and a devilish scowl. "Yes, you're an airhead. You don't speak up and even when you do, you mumble. You don't stand up for yourself because you let other people fight your battles for you. And you certainly don't have a spine or backbone of your own. Oh, and to top it all off, you're probably a crybaby. I just haven't seen you cry yet. I'm guessing today will be that day?" Chloe is tearing up now. How dare she!

Chloe has the gentlest soul on this whole god damn earth. How can Aubrey go around saying something so hateful? Who does she think she is? Why if she wasn't my best friend, I'd rip her vocal chords out and I'd be so much worse than those bloodthirsty wolves! Screw that; screw her! I'm gonna tell her off. She needs a well deserved Beca bashing.

"You know what Aubrey? You're being despicable! I don't see how you can say all those things without feeling any remorse. I'm badass Beca and even I know no one has the right to say that to anyone! You made Chloe cry and you think I'm going to back you up? Yeah right!" I couldn't stop myself before I said the next line that changed the nature of our friendship. "I wish it were Chloe who I'd met our freshmen year instead of you!" I snapped my hands up to cover my mouth and stared at Chloe in disbelief.

Aubrey laughed painfully. "So that's how you honestly feel about me?" Aubrey sniffled while a few tears slipped down her cheeks.

I looked at Aubrey apologetically. "I'm sorry. It just slipped out. You just make me so mad sometimes an-"

"Shut it Beca! You liar! WHY DON'T YOU GO SPOON WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND ALREADY?!" Aubrey spat with venom.

"My girlfriend!?" Am I that obvious with how I feel? Chloe's tears had somewhat subsided by now, thankfully.

"She's practically all over you! She'd be sitting in your lap if you two weren't standing up!"

I looked at Chloe to see her reaction. Yup, she's blushing as expected and it's still cute every single time.

"You are so whipped," Fat Amy pointed directly at me.

Whipped? Ehh, she's actually right. No use in denying it I guess.

Stacie smirked and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Chloe has you wrapped around her finger. She could probably convince you to go see Wicked. You know, the girly musical?"

"Yes, we know Stacie. Everyone knows what Wicked is," I dryly say, rolling my eyes.

"Only because I just told you!"

"Sure, let's go with that Stacie. Because no one knew about the musical until you told us all."

I wonder why Aubrey hasn't interrupted rudely yet. Aubrey is clearly still fuming. I can see her nearly exploding. Hopefully not an evacuate the bowels kind of way. That would just be the cherry on top for today...

"So Beca, you like the ladies too? It's good I'm not the only one batting for the same team!" Cynthia-Rose exclaimed excitedly.

I saw Denise mouth "I told you we weren't the only ones."

If she's trying to be sneaky, it's not working at all. Somehow, I don't think that's her intention.

"I'm not gay, if that's what you're getting at. I only have eyes for Chloe Beale," I reply sarcastically, but there was definitely truth thrown in there too. Chloe's face flushed again and she finally let go of me. Geez, my body is warm all over, or maybe she was keeping me warm. I HAVE GOT TO STOP.

Fat Amy gave Denise the weirdest look ever. "Lesbihonest. There are ten of us and it's more than likely that three or four of us are gay and it isn't just black beauty anymore."

There would be twelve girls here, but Aubrey and every member has to abide to her precious rules. Therefore, Kori and Mary Elise are no more. I liked them too. Aubrey said they were treble-boned and Fat Amy called them *cough* sluts jokingly. Or was she serious? I don't know.

Aubrey was fed up. "I think you're on to something Amy. Anyways, I don't care what anyone says. We are playing that game now because I'm still pissed and sick of this pointless chitchat."

Lilly whispered so softly no one heard her say, "thank goodness, I don't want to have to bring Kimmy Jin out here."

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Aubrey's P.o.v -
I'm so mad at Beca. After all we've been through, and she throws me away for some freshmen she has a girl crush on? Aca-scuseable? Definitely not. I'll show her whose boss! She probably assumes I'm jealous or some crazy rift is occurring between us. Maybe if Beca didn't choose Chloe over me, I wouldn't be so pissed off.

"Since you're so fond of one another, I'll put you two on the same team," I stated.

Chloe surprisingly spoke up. "Aubrey, actually in sports you have two different people picking one person at a-"

"Aca-scuse me? I'm picking the teams and you're with Beca. That's the last I want to hear of this," I fervently order.

"O-okay...sorry Aubrey. You can decide who's on who's team"

"No Chloe, don't apologize for Aubrey's domineering ways!" Beca leered at me. "She shouldn't be talking about anyone that way, especially you." Beca glared at me, sending a fearsome look that could rival my hostile stares.

"It's okay Beca, you don't have to defend me. I don't want to make the situation any worse," Chloe told Beca. Submissive; that's what Chloe is. I don't even see why Beca likes her. She has the ginger thing to her advantage. I'll admit, that's hot, but she's not the fiery ginger I expected. I wonder if Beca likes her since she'd be the "guy" in the relationship. Not that I ever pegged Beca as one to be interested in girls. I don't have anything against lesbianism; it's just Beca fell hard and fast for Chloe. I don't understand when exactly she thought it was okay for her to fall for another girl without my permission. Then again, it's Beca, and she does what she wants.

I search Beca for hope. All I see is a defensive look on her face. She's ready to help Chloe at all costs. I don't enjoy arguing with Beca, but she makes it nearly impossible to not fight with her. She almost always has this cocky smirk plastered on, except today it's replaced by an almost hateful resentfulness.

"Stand up for yourself Chloe. No wonder you have no confidence and have Beca fight all your battles for you." Ouch, that was a low blow. Earlier was pretty bad too though. She probably doesn't speak up because she's afraid of how I'll react. I guess I can't blame her.

"SHUT UP AUBREY. EVERYONE GETS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE CHLOE BECAUSE SHE'S A BETTER PERSON THAN YOU'LL EVER BE." I've never heard Beca yell so loudly. She must really care for Chloe. I just wish it wasn't at my expense. I guess I deserve it. The worst part isn't that what she said hits deep, it's that it's completely true. I messed up though, and it's too late to turn back now. I don't even feel like fighting back. Let's start this much delayed game already.

"You're right Beca. I'm a bitter person and I'm a horrible friend. If I were you, I would've left me ages ago. I get why you like her. It's not that you had to make a choice between her and someone else. It's that Chloe makes you a better you." Ugh, I am acting like such a sap.Eveyone is staring at me with their mouths agape as if I just accepted bologna Barb onto the team.

"Whoa. Um, okay then," Beca replied in a confused manner. She looked skeptical, but she relaxed after a bit and seemed to still be in shock.

Chloe clapped her hands together. "I think it's really sweet what you said, Aubrey." Of course you do. She gave me a small smile and shuffled her feet nervously. Maybe shy girls are cute after all. "Thank you."

"N-no problem. Could we start playing?" What the- did I just stutter? I never stutter. Like never ever in my life!

"Yeah, let's start the game. It's what we came here to do in the first place," Beca pointed out. She didn't look angry anymore. Beca looked like she was in shock still and wanted to use the game as cover so she didn't have to talk to me.

That's fine. I'll get out my emotions when we play.

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Beca's P.o.v again -
Aubrey is freakin' bipolar; I swear. One minute she's going all haywire and the next thing I know, she's giving Chloe her blessing? This must be a blessing from the aca-gods! Blessings only happens when people get married. We are not getting married anytime soon? Why am I thinking about this now?! The things Chloe does to me and she doesn't have clue. Or is she scheming with her pretty little innocent face on how to turn me to mush? WHAT A GENIUS.

Aubrey still looks fairly pissy, but there's still no sign of turning that frown upside down. No hint of a smile or a chance for contentness. She still has her arms crossed, giving off an angry vibe and it looks like she might use foul play. I guess we'll see.

"Alright let's get the teams decided. Beca, Chloe, Jessica, Fat Amy, and Stacie are on one team. Cynthia-Rose, Denise, Alice, Lilly, and I make up the other team. Got it, everyone?" Aubrey challenged.

Everyone said "okay" in unison.

Aubrey lied down more rules in her, she's the boss way.
"We're going to play five minute periods and pretty much all the regulation rules apply, including fouls. Our team will start with the ball. I assume there will be no complaints with this?"

No one answered her. As Fat Amy would say, "aca-awkward."

"Fine. Since no one is going to reply, go!"

And the game has begun.

Aubrey passes in the ball to Alice and she slowly dribbles the ball towards the hoop. "Alice, pass it to Cynthia-Rose," Aubrey commands. Already bossing them around on the first play... She really is a sore loser.Alice passes it to Cynthia-Rose and she shoots a far jumper that barely rims out.

Stacie easily rebounds the ball. She is a giant compared to anyone else, but I don't think she's much of a baller."Stacie!" I call for the ball and get it. I start running and dribbling down the court. I see Chloe down further ready to score.

"Here Chloe," I chuck the ball fast and hard and she still manages to catch it. Aubrey is in front of her blocking the basket. Chloe does this fancy spin move, evades her, gets hit on the arm, and still scores two points!

"Two points for Chloe," I shout happily, grinning from ear to ear. "And a free throw too!"

If looks could kill...I'm almost positive Aubrey would have punched me in the face if it were just the two of us. I could totally take her. She may be taller, but she's not stronger or faster.

Chloe smiled at me and I know I must be wearing a goofy grin, but I don't care. I smiled back immediately and saw her dreamily staring back at me. I gestured for her to go shoot her free throw before Aubrey blows out a wind pipe.

"Stop dawdling and get to the foul line, Chloe. We're playing a game, not singing love songs," Aubrey reminded her.

Chloe snapped out of her daze. "Oh yeah, sorry." Chloe jogs towards the foul line. Aubrey aggressively chucks the ball to Chloe, but she isn't fazed in the slightest. She bends down, spins the ball, bounces it three times, and rises up to shoot. Swoosh; a perfect free throw. She is so perfect.

Lilly happens to get the ball. Aubrey points at her and gestures for her to take out the ball. She looks utterly confused and terrified, which is kind of the same look, so...

Lilly manages to pass in the ball, only to have Chloe steal the ball, and dish it to Fat Amy, who easily makes a five foot shot.

5-0 and we're only a minute into the game.

This time it's Denise who takes it out. She gives it to Lilly who cautiously goes down the court, rises up for a three. It's a bank three, but it goes in! Everyone is agape. Who would've known? It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for...

"Nice one Lilly!" Cynthia-Rose yells encouragingly. "Thanks. I want to be able to dunk one day," Lilly whispers in a painstakingly quiet voice, but we all hear and wonder where she comes up with all these ideas.

Chloe takes out the ball and passes it to Jessica. She runs down the court and throws me the ball. I use the fadeaway so I can create some space between Alice and me. It actually goes in. I'm amazed; I really am!Time flies. There's only a minute left and now it's 7-3.

Aubrey looks to pass it into Cynthia-Rose. She gets the ball, sprints down, and passes it to Denise. Denise tosses it to Aubrey who slices by the defense to get a layup. 7-5. Thirty seconds left.

I take out the ball and pass it to Stacie. She walks down the court, strutting like she's in a fashion show, except she's bouncing a damn ball and looks like an idiot. She has a huge smile plastered on her face; taking her sweet ass time and the quarter is almost over. Guys and girls are now out here watching the game. This'll be interesting.

"Stacie, don't walk! We only have ten seconds left! Pass the damn ball," I abruptly call out. "Stacie, those guys are all staring. Why are they staring? Chloe innocently questions.

Stacie just laughs loudly, turns around and winks at the guys. "It's not my fault all the guys think I'm hot and they want to bang me." Stacie is much too crude.

All of a sudden Lilly comes out of nowhere and swipes the ball away from Stacie. I told her to pass it. I knew this was going to happen. Lilly jets to the other side and gets the assist because Cynthia-Rose gets a bucket. 7-7 after the first quarter...

"Thanks Stacie. We could have been ahead if you didn't walk," I spat out.

"It's just a game Beca. Calm down. There's a lot of game left to play," Stacie reminded me.

Fat Amy looked exhausted. I'm actually surprised she agreed to playing, but I'm glad she did 'cause we need this to be a fair five on five. "I really think I shouldn't have agreed to play basketball. I'm like super tired and we're not even halfway done!" Fat Amy doesn't do cardio, but she's at least exercising now.

"Let's finish this quarter Amy. Then we'll take a break," Aubrey instructed.

Fat Amy nodded very slowly and reluctantly agreed to Aubrey's proposal. "Fine, but don't expect jogging, running, or anything cardio related."

"Good. Start period number two."

Aubrey always has the ball in her grasp. How cocky and egotistical. Guess I can't expect much else.

The second and third period went by in a blur. The time went by faster than I could process. Every single person scored once, if not more. I'm in awe of Chloe. I never knew she played basketball so well. Cutest baller ever! I really need to quit thinking about Chloe every chance I get. It can't be healthy and it's kind of weird. Gah, but she's too cute not to talk about. Shut up Beca! She's gonna hear your thoughts. That's ridiculous...you're being paranoid. Thoughts are meant to be your private little world. Whatever, we'll finish this later.

The score stands at an even 30-30. Five minutes left and we have to win. Losing is not an option. I'm really starting to sound like Aubrey...

I pass in the ball swiftly to Chloe. One of the guys watching the game yells something to Stacie. "Stacie, who's your cute ginger friend? I haven't seen her before!" Stacie grins back at him and turns Chloe around so she can see him clearly, even though we're in the middle of a game. "Tom, this is Chloe." She points to Chloe, who looks beyond nervous. Stacey continues the introduction. "She's a freshman and she's really sweet, so don't do anything bad to her because I'll have to kill you."

Tom smiles at Chloe and she returns a shy smile. Then I feel something. It's a feeling I don't like. I don't want this guy talking to Chloe or being anywhere near her. Now I sound like a freakin' over protective girlfriend. She's not my girlfriend. I'd be stoked if she was...wait, I would? I honestly don't know anymore. I'm just so, so jealous? Beca Mitchell does not get jealous!

"Chloe, let's finish the game and then you can talk to what's his face," I say, envy dripping off my tongue.

"Sure Beca." She gives Tom a wave and walks back to the middle of the court.

At least she's not talking to him or isn't by him; for now.

Aubrey cuts in. "Thanks for the interruption Stacie and Chloe. Can we get back to the game?" Aubrey asks, obviously ticked off.

"Yes," everyone simultaneously relies.

"Oh, have you guys heard that song Titanium by David Guetta and Sia?" Fat Amy asks.

"You're a little late. That songs been out for quite awhile now, but it is one of my favorites," I say vibrantly. "If there's one thing I love above everything, it would be music."

Chloe looks like she's withholding a secret. "No way! That's one of my favorite songs too. It really builds."

"You know David Guetta?" I just wasn't expecting her to have the same taste in music.

"I may be shy, but I know good music when I hear it.

"I think I like you even more Chloe." I already knew she was going to blush and yep, there it is. Who knew shy girls could be so entertaining.Everybody else was watching our conversation intently.

"Did you know Titanium is one of the strongest metals in existence and that it's in most of the environment?"

"No, tell me more," I say interested.

"Okay." She giggles cutely and I am nothing but putty in her hands. "The song Titanium is about how a person is strong enough to withstand trials and tribulations and not lose hope in the midst of disaster or hardships. Specifically, it's most likely about a failed relationship or not getting a chance to even be with this person. The individual is strong enough to take the rejection and doesn't let it ruin their life. It's funny; titanium is in water bodies, rocks, and even soil! I'm going to stop talking now. I never talk this much, sorry." She never once broke eye contact while she was telling me all this info.

"Don't apologize. It was really cute. You're really cute," I wink to send her over the edge. She turns the cutest shade of pink and looks flustered by my compliment.

"Thanks Beca. Time to play?"

"Yeah," I say a little too happily.

I am seriously whipped.

(About four in half minutes later)

Only twenty four seconds left and it's 39-41. We get the ball last. Jessica throws the ball into me. I practically fly down the court bouncing the ball. I bounce pass it to Fat Amy who doesn't move at all. She just passes it to Stacie. Only ten seconds left! "Pass it to me," I declared! She instantaneously obeyed me and I have the ball in my hands again. There isn't much time. "Ready?" I whisper to Chloe. She nods. I use a backhanded pass to confuse the other girls, while Chloe sneakily gets past some of the defenders with possession of the ball. But Cynthia-Rose and Aubrey are the inside defenders. They're quite a bit taller than Chloe, but height doesn't matter; the most successful people don't let obstacles get the best of them.Five seconds. Chloe jab steps Cynthia-Rose and breaks her ankles, causing her to fall. Aubrey charges directly to defend Chloe. Chloe uses the quickest pump fake ever; then shoots the fadeaway jump shot! It rattles around for what feels like days.

All heads whip around to the rim and we all wait to see who's victorious.

I couldn't even bare to look. I hope the basketball will somehow roll around and rim in. I shut my eyes in avid anticipation.

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Longest chapter I have ever written; EVER. I feel accomplished for some strange reason. Breaking your ankles is not as bad as it sounds. Well not exactly. It's a basketball term. It's where a player does a combination of dribbling, crossovers, or fakes that make a defender fall down or stumble. I didn't go through the whole basketball game because I didn't want to bore anyone. I love basketball to death, but not everyone does, so I don't want to make anyone else suffer. If you're confused about any basketball terms or anything else in my story feel free to PM me or write it down in a review. I'll try to update chapter 6 sooner. I already have the title locked down ;)