If my mother had ordered me to run some errands in the supermarket right now, I would do it in a heartbeat. Anything to escape from this never-ending torture that is Physical Education lessons. Really, I am far from being an athletic person. I get breathless after running a few metres without stopping. Maybe it could be because I always had a heavy breakfast every morning.
Anyway, in short, I am bad in sports and I am currently holding a basketball like I've never played the sport before. Which is true. With a bored expression, I watched as my tall classmate threw a shot from the three-point line only to fail miserably.
Suppressing a smirk, I shouted, "Hey! Watch this!"
Eyes were on me as I tried to dribble the ball while running very quickly. Of course, my hand missed the ball and it started to bounce away from me. Cursing silently, I scurried back to retrieve the bouncing ball as I heard snickers around me. My eyes were fixed on the still moving ball that stopped as it reached someone's feet - a pair of expensive-looking Adidas sports shoes.
Sighing in relief, I raised my head to apologize when my voice was caught in my throat. My eyes widened as I found out who it was.
"Here," the handsome basketball boy said as he handed the ball back to me, to which I accepted, albeit with shaking hands.
"Thanks," I murmured as I averted my eyes. I could sense his puzzlement. As I was about to turn my heel, he suddenly spoke.
"I can't help but notice but you seem to have trouble playing basketball."
Wow, was it THAT obvious?
"So I thought I'll help teach you."
My eyes widened again as I whipped my head back at him. And I wished I didn't because my heart suddenly started beating faster than it already did as his handsome features became so apparent. Like he is so much more good-looking in person. Wow.
A deep-sounding chuckle snapped me out of my reverie. "You seem shocked."
A blush spread across my cheeks. "Well, are you going to teach me or not?"
He seemed surprised at my snappy remark but thankfully, this made him smile even wider. "Looks like someone can't wait. Come here."
With his hand, he gestured me to come closer to me. I complied but still remained wary. He then gestured me to turn around and told me to keep my hands on the ball. A confused expression was plastered on my face as I waited for any further instructions and was about to turn around to scold him when suddenly two hands were placed on mine. Like very huge hands!
Eyes widening to the size of saucers, I froze and a chill spread through my spine as he whispered closely to my ear. "When shooting the ball, use one hand to hold the base of the ball lightly while using the other hand to hit the ball ."
He demonstrated but I was not paying attention. I just could not help but feel the warmth radiating from him as he was half-embracing me. A successful shot must have been heard because I heard surprised gasps and cheers soon after. Meanwhile, I just lowered my gaze, finding the ground interesting as I uttered a soft 'thank you'.
Again, he responded with a deep-sounding chuckle, making me blush even redder if that was even possible.
"See you around!"
Yes. Hopefully, we'll meet again. A small smile formed in my lips.
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