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Chapter four

Nora and I stand next to each other on the court trying to defend two opponents who were trying to assist their teammates.

"Nora," I whisper. She doesn't look at me but I know she can hear me. "What's your specialty?" I ask her.

"Basketball," she responds plainly and I want to slap her.

"Geez, I didn't know." I roll my eyes and I see a crack of a smile on her lips before it disappears. "I want to know what you're good at in court so I can assist you," I whisper as I block the senior trying to push past. She was strong and really tall, I was getting tired of defending.

"Power forward." Was all Nora said before running behind the senior who had managed to push past her. I grin as I let the annoying girl I'd been defending run from behind me. I look at Señora from the corner of my eye and she raises a brow, surely wondering why I'm not defending.

Défense had never been my forte. But stealing is a piece of cake bitch.

I run after the senior who had gotten loose from behind me and easily run past her. Nora was inside the three-point line making it even better for me. The sophomore on my team had her eyes on me and I tilt my head towards Nora and hoped she got what I meant.

She did.

The sophomore runs to stand near the hoop in case the ball doesn't make it. I shadow the opponent who's got the ball and then hit the ball from the side making her drop it. I swiftly move in front and snatch the ball and start dribbling it to where Nora was. She got what I was doing and got into position to shoot. I power pass the ball to her and with perfect accuracy, it lands right in the center of her palms. For the first time today, I find her face light up as she aims and shoots. The ball bangs on the edge of the basket, rolls, and then drops in.

"Alright!" The sophomore who was standing near the basket shouts throwing her fists in the air.

Yes!

"Nice pass," Nora says as she passes me.

"Nice shot," I say back to her and she gives me a smile.

The opposing team doesn't look irritated. They actually look intrigued which perks my ambition to win even more. The Captain seated on the bench gives me a thumbs up. And the game continues.

I practically run all over the court stealing the ball and passing it to my teammates. I scored fifteen points for my team. All three-pointers.

We were 24-25. The final quarter of the game.

I see the scoreboard. I see the coach checking her watch and then she says "five minutes" to a game of girls who panicked even more.

As I said, I never go under pressure. Perhaps it's because I've played so many street basketball matches. My intuition had always been very sharp and on the spot. Each player is their own person. But I could somehow guess what move they'd do next or where they would run to next.

It was to my advantage.

And I was going to use it now.

I dribble the ball as the opposing team was blocking off my teammates. I give Nora a nod and then look at a senior from my team. She looks at me confused. One thing about dribbling is that all eyes would be on the ball. It's movement. Where it would go next.

I pass the ball from right to left and continue dribbling. The senior whom I'd looked at earlier was still staring at me. I moved my right hand behind me and pointed my index finger out. Her brows raised, she caught my finger movement. I do a small gameplay with my finger.