"Do you have class tomorrow?" Jen asks as I change into my practice clothes for basketball.

"Whow," she says as I take my shirt off. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. It's just that you weren't kidding when you said you have scars to prove it."

"Yeah," I smile. I don't like to think about it much, but there's no point in hiding it either. I only have scars on my back, and a faded one on my stomach.

"But no, I don't have class; though, I have practice at seven. Why?" I ask pulling on my shorts.

"Kylie and I are going to show you around Los Angeles!" she shrieks.

"Oh. Hahha," I laugh at her enthusiasm. "As long as we get back a little bit before seven. I'm in!" I grab my bag which had my water bottle, shoes, and clothes to change back into. "I'll be back by ten."

"Okay. Oh, wait! Here," she says throwing a key towards me.

"Thanks," I thank her once I catch it. I walk out the door. I safely tuck the key into the inside pocket of my bag, and make my way to the gym.

I open the double gym doors exposing a very large area. The gym was gigantic compared to the gyms back home.

The guys team is currently practising. As I walk in, all their eyes direct themselves towards me.

"Pair up and start dribbling! It's just a girl," I hear the guy's coach yell, and I shrug it off.

I walk over to the group of girls from the team who were changing their shoes. I stand there awkwardly as one of them notices me.

"Hey, you must be Riley," A brunette with red streaks in her hair said as she finishes tying her shoelace.

I smile and proudly state," That's me."

The girl walks over to me she looked about 5'8 not much taller then me. "I'm Katherine, though people call me Kat," she introduces herself with a smile.

"Hi Kat," I smile. I walk over to an empty space on the bench, and change my shoes.

"So Riley, I'll introduce you to everyone," Kat says sitting beside me. After I'm done changing my shoes, I sit up on the bench looking around.

"So that blonde girl over there with the black t-shirt is Grace. Don't let the blonde hair fool you she's really smart, and comes up with most of our plays," I nod taking in the information. Kat continues explaining everyone's positions, attitudes and looks.

"And this is-" Kat gets cut off by a mystery dark haired girl approaching us.

"I can introduce myself, thanks though," great, this must be the bitchy person that every team has. We didn't have one in my team back home. We kind of were like a family, and all of them treated me like a friend ignoring the fact that I was a couple of years older than them. "I'm Kirsten also known as the captain." She literally brags.

"You're not the captain," Kat rolls her eyes.

"Yet," Kirsten corrects Kat. The irritation was highly noticeable on Kat's face. "Excuse her. You must be Riley, heard a lot about you from coach," she says scanning me from head to toe.

"Well you won't just be hearing. Now you can actually watch me play," I state. Which made her tense up a little.

"Well then, can't wait," she says forcing a smile. When no one talks, she gets the signal and moves on after glaring at Kat.

"What's her problem?" I ask Kat.

"She's just like that, you know? She's the kind who always has to be on top compared to everyone else."

"Oh," I say forming an 'O' shape with my lips.

"Hey dude! That's my ball, give it back," I hear Heath yelling at one of his team mates.

"Come on man it's a ball," the tall brown haired guy states.

"This ball is yours because it's flat. Give me my ball back," Heath says clearly getting annoyed. He was wearing the school's black, red, and white number seven jersey. That's my number. I whine internally.

"Levers it's a ball stop the arguing! And anyways we're done put the balls away, and get your butts on the black line," their coach yells.

When everyone of the boys are lined up at the end of the gym, the coach starts again," Do two sets of suicides in under one minute and thirty seconds and we'll call it a day. If not, then you guys can run thirty laps outside on the football field in the winter cold!" all the boys start groaning.

"Now.... go!" the coach yells and the squeakiness from their shoes starts as they go back and forth.

"Oh, hey Riley!" I hear Kylie's naturally high pitched voice.

"Oh, hey Kylie!" I say walking over to her beside the doors. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick up Dylan."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he's right there," she says pointing to a handsome blonde who was currently wiggling his eyebrows at her. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. But he looked very familiar. Where have I seen him?

"Isn't he Heath's friend?" I ask remembering last night.

"Yeah..."

"I don't like him," I announce.

"Why?" she whines.

"Because he drenched me in raw eggs."

"Oh," she says, and I nod in a 'duh' way. "Jen told me about that. It's not even Dylan's fault. Heath made him do it."

"Really Kylie? Your boyfriend's probably twenty two years old, he's smart enough to do what he wants, and not follow people's orders," I point out.

"Okay fine. He's a douche sometimes I know. But I still love him," she sighs and I laugh.

"Yeah well I know, I'm not telling you to break up with him," I laugh.

"Hey, Kiles," Dylan comes in kissing Kylie, and I can't help, but feel like I'm intruding.

"Ew, you're sweaty!" Kylie says pushing him away.

"Hey!" Dylan whines as he tries getting closer, but Kylie glares at him causing him to stay back. I fake a cough trying to avert their attention towards me.

"Oh um, Riley this is Dylan," Kylie says.

"Oh hey, Riley," Dylan greets me like I'm oblivious to his deeds.

"Hey."

"I didn't know you play ball?" he says.

"Well there's a lot of things no one knows about me."

"While we're talking... how's your room?" I give him a questioned look. "Umm, you know about last night."

"Oh, that," I stare at him. "Well the whole thing was a bitch. But it'll all be worth it in the end. Did Heath get any sleep last night?" I ask grinning.

"To be honest, nope. But don't tell him I told you," he says.

"I won't," I look back at the girls dribbling the balls. "I'll see you guys later."

I run off to grab a ball off the rack. As my hands were on one of the balls, a pair of other hands snatches it out of mine.

"Hey! That's mine," I protest looking up at a smirking Heath. His hair was messy and his skin was reflecting the light because of the amount of sweat. He looked hot up close. What am I kidding! He looked hot from far away too. I roll my eyes in annoyance. He doesn't need to know my thoughts.

"You know my balls are much better. Wanna play with them instead?" he wiggles his eyebrows. Seriously?! What's with guys and their eyebrows.

I nod my head in disappointment," What balls? Oh, wait. Are you talking about the balls that you need a microscope for just so you can see them?" Heath's face turns into a deep shade of red. " To be honest I don't care, because I only play with a ball known as a basketball. At least it's big," I smirk. He gapes his mouth like a fish. He was left struck, not even being able to utter one word. Stupid guys.

"Just hand it over," I say reaching out to grab it, but he pulls it away.

"Now, now be patient little one. Do you even know how to play I mean you look like one of those dress nice, perfect, hates sweating kind of girls."

"How dare you say that about me?! You know that really hurt," I wipe a fake tear from my eye. Heath stands there confusingly noticing my behaviour. I make a straight face," I was joking, and I don't care what you think about me. Just give me the ball."

"Play me for it," he smirks.

"Fine," I reply, and we walk to one of the hoops. At least we had the same definition for the word play.

Heath held the ball standing outside of the three point line as I stood inside of it guarding him.

"First point wins," he says bouncing the ball in my direction. I pass it back to him indicating the start.

Heath starts dribbling the ball; his eyes were locked onto mine doing so. Both our knees were bent and my hands were spread out.

"Come on Heath, I haven't got all day," I say trying to push his buttons urging him to make a wrong or an unthoughtful move. And that's exactly what he does. He leans left which indicated he will pass the ball to his left hand. As he was making a 'V' bounce in front, I put my hand between his left hand and the ball. The ball lands in my right hand. I run dribbling outside of the three point line. At the same time I pass the ball to my left hand. Heath sighs as he realizes he doesn't have the ball anymore.

"Is that the best you can do playboy?" Heath turns around with his jaw clenched, and it was clear he's going to put on his best at this point. I dribble the ball passing it between both of my hands. I do that for about a minute before I take a fake step with my right foot. Heath turns to his left, and I pass the ball back to my left hand dribbling it past his back. As I run up to the hoop, I realize Heath is right behind me before he can cut me off I cut him off by passing the ball to my right hand doing a hook shot from underneath the hoop.

I hear wolf whistles, and clapping as I run into the wall. I stop myself from crashing by putting my palms up against the wall. I turn around panting for air. I turn around leaning my back against the wall. I didn't even know the guys were still here. I look at the frustrated look on Heath's. Automatically, a grin stretches out on my lips knowing that I have won. I didn't see it go in, but with all the cheering and the expression plastered on his face it was pretty clear.

"Whow! Riley!... Riley!... Riley!" everyone in the gym chanted. When I get control over my breathing, I walk up to Heath.

"Good game," I say grinning. I let out my right hand. He sighs and shakes it. As I walk past him I whisper into his ear," Next time don't be so predictable." He glares at me as I walk up to the rest of my team leaving him behind me.

A/N:

Damn Riley has some skills. Did you think that Riley would've won or Heath? Comment!

Wrote this in one day. I think I did pretty well, hbu?