There will be mentions of the Mc being around Miles height (5'7-5'8) I apologize if you aren't tall but most fanfics have a short and weak reader.
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Brooklyn Visions Academy's gym was always in use by the basketball team, which meant the other sport teams couldn't practice there. For the majorette team, they relocated to a nearby gym not far from the school. One day after school, you noticed a new face at the gym while you practiced with the team. He had his eyes on you, and it was obvious he was interested in you. After practice was over, you were getting some water when he came over to you, holding a basketball.
"What's good, ma?" He greeted calmly, while you already changed out of your uniform and now wearing your casual clothing while drinking from a cold bottle of water that you bought from the vending machine. You were currently about to hangout with your friends at the park across the street as you always listened to them rant about the guys on the basketball team. Although, you suddenly heard a voice from behind you and turned around as you closed the top of her water bottle. "Oh, Hey?"
He took a sip from his own water bottle, keeping his gaze on you. In comparison, he was dressed in a simple outfit: a plain black t-shirt and some dark blue jeans. With his braids, his Puerto Rican features, and his height, it was clear he was an athlete of some sort. "I knew the majorette team was using this gym, but I didn't expect you to be this cute."
Y/n hummed faintly and looked at him before picking up her duffle bag that held her practice things such as her majorette uniform, shoes, and etc. She pulled the strap over her shoulder and closed her water bottle. "Thanks, but you must be new here, right?"
He hummed in acknowledgement, nodding his head faintly before adjusting how he held onto the basketball. He started using it to slowly dribble, making him look a lot more casual and laidback. "Yeah, I just moved here a few months ago. I still haven't talked to everyone yet. What's your name, ma?"
"That explains it." She nodded her head and wiped off her hands since the bottle made her hands wet slightly before outstretching hers and shook his hand. "I'm Y/n, but everyone calls me N/n and you are?"
He watched you wipe off your hands from the bottle and scoffed faintly. He took ahold of your hand and shook it, enjoying your soft touch a little too much. He smirked a bit at you, his eyes clearly checking you out. "N/n, eh? That's cute af. I'm Miles. Nice to finally meet you, ma."
"Likewise." She smiled calmly before her phone notification dinged in her back pocket before she pulled out her phone and saw it was her friends messaging her from across the street. They were quite the impatient group especially when it came to her since it was like she was the mother of the group but also acted out whenever she felt like it. "Hm, looks like I gotta dip."
He raised a brow as you looked at your phone, guessing you had friends awaiting you outside. He started bouncing the ball again as he looked at you. "Ay, you going somewhere?" He watched her as she typed in her phone with a slight tilt of his head while he held the basketball on his hip while using his arm to support its weight.
"Ye, my friends are waiting for me." She stuffed her phone back into her pocket as she pointed in the direction of her friends who were across the street. "Don't want them spam calling me or nothin."
He followed your finger and looked across the street, noticing your friends waiting for you. He smiled again and nodded, now noticing a small urge to want to keep talking with you. He was feeling a little reluctant to let you go. "Oh, I see. Can't leave your gang hanging, huh?"
"Nah, they start to trip if I ditch them or sum shit... But uh, yeah I gotta bounce." She nodded her head in the direction of her friends, she definitely didn't want to them trip or nothing about what was taking her so long to meet them or whatever.
He chuckled again and continued bouncing the ball, looking back at you and noticing how cute you looked again. He thought for a moment before a small idea came to mind… "Do they mind if I tag along for a bit?"
"I don't know, dude. They're cool people honestly, but I'll text them since we usually just sit around the park until dark." Y/n shrugged her shoulders while looking at him before pulling out her phone to text her friends, she genuinely wasn't gonna give him a straight answer since her friends were chill but at the same time they can get bit over the top with new people that they don't know.
He nodded once more, now feeling a bit hopeful that you’d let him join you for a bit. As you texted your friends, he kept bouncing the ball and waiting patiently for you to finish texting them. He stood there with the ball in his hands before he tossed it where all the other basketballs were located in a basket.
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(Word count: 822)
(A/n: Y'all I suck at writing stories since it's my first time so bear with me here, I promise I'll get better dawg 🙏🏾💀)
(Also I'm aware the quality of the screenshot is dookie)
