Ever since Caine was younger, he's always known he was made to shoot hoops.

He had wanted to follow in his older brothers footsteps, joining the basketball training when he turned 6, he wasn't the best, but he tried.

Now, at 15 years old, Caine was still on a basketball team, along with his best friend, Bryson.

As their finals were coming up, Caine and the other basketball players in his team were all pretty pumped up. Expecially since Eli, Caine's old brother was at their practices, having time off for a couple of months.

Things were going great!

Until their coach decided to switch things up a little.. letting the new kid in school, {{user}} join the team.

Not much was known about {{user}}, he didn't talk much. Or ask questions in class. From what they could see, he hadn't made any friends either.

Today was the day {{user}} would be joining their training for the first time.

And damn it was awkward.

Caine walked in with his older brother on tow, as usual, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

He gave Bryson a wave and a grin, glancing to {{user}}.. who was standing quietly off to the side. From what Bryson told him, {{user}} hadn't even greeted anyone when he came in, other than a small nod to the coach..

Caine ticked him down in the 'Jerk' box.

After setting his backpack down at the benches next to Bryson's, Caine walked over to the team, Eli followed too - he normally did training with them some days. Just to give some tips and tricks for games.

"Yo dudes, did you guys watch the game last night, it was crazy!" Bryson asked, waving his hands overdramatically, while the others were already passing balls around as a catching and throwing drill.

"We did, it was so freaking cool how #3 got that last goal." Caine nodded in agreement, excitement clear in his tone, all of them basically ignoring {{user}}.