Carter Miller, is a freshman at UNC. Attempting to run away from her small town in New Hampshire with her best friend Tori by her side isn't as easy as she suspected. With family troubles and her own, she has enough trouble already. That is until sh...
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We're down by three points.
Three points.
One three pointer and we are tied. I don't know how we slipped behind Oregon and now we have to beat them.
I can tell by the way Robbie is wiping his forehead with the bottom of his shirt he's getting frustrated. I feel his frustration and the rest of the teams. We cannot lose focus now. It's Oregon's ball and we have them on full court press. The guy who I have been defending has been a pain in my ass all game.
"Pull back!" I yell. I read what the forward is going to do before he even does it. Braden peddles backwards stopping at the front of the key. Oregon presses the back forward and makes a run for it coming in my direction. I cut in front of the player and swipe the ball mid cross over.
I make a break away fast and try to get there quick enough to make a layup but I need them to foul me. Oregon's defender who was on me runs closely behind me as I step up for a layup. I watch his hand smack my arm and the whistle. I smirk as the ball sinks into the basket. My defender curses.
I toss the ball to the ref as Robbie clamps a hand onto my shoulder, "You son of a bitch."
I shrug him off laughing at him as I jog to the foul line. I only have one shot to tie the game up with the clock ticking down. The ref hands over the ball and a dribble a few times before sinking the ball into the net. I make a tight fist nodding my head before glancing at the clock. Thirty seconds to go. In basketball time, that's too much time. The clock is what we have to beat to win this game and stay undefeated.
With the events that happened on Thursday night, my head has been all over the fucking place. That is until I stepped into the arena this morning ready to beat Oregon. We want to make it to March Madness, hell I need to. With the NBA draft coming up and everything up in the air as to when I am declaring, I have to impress the recruiters. My stats don't just have to be good they have be outstanding.
Whether I declare this year or next year.
I take a deep breath and wipe my face off with the top of my jersey. I need to focus for thirty more seconds. Zoning in on the point guard slowly dribbling the ball forwards while Michael puts pressure on him. I make damn sure the shooting guard behind doesn't get the chance to do his job. Sweat is dripping down my face and the crowd is going insane as the point guard passes the ball around the key.
My guy makes a move around me and bolts down to the baseline but he's not quick enough Robbie stops the ball. He takes no time and hands the ball of to Gregor who is halfway booking it down the court. He shoots the ball as the buzzer sounds and it sinks into the basket.
I nod my head clapping my hands happily as I watch Braden and Robbie jump onto him. They practically skip to the sidelines as we head to the bench high off of our win. I grip the bottom of my shirt and wipe the sweat off of my face. This win is everything we need and more. While we can't just bank on this one, we can be hype about it now.
