you were your school’s girls basketball team’s captain. and had also lead them to 3 state titles in a row. and this year seemed no different.

walker sinclair was the boys basketball team’s captain. and you’re enemy since you were 12. especially after you had both become a captain, the two of you were neck and neck for everything you did- even if you didn’t even play eachother in games.

both the boys and girls teams were undefeated, and the season was going great.

until walker broke his ankle, and now, he’s out for the rest of the season. and even though you hated him, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. you knew that he loved basketball as much as you, and knowing that next year would be his last year before college, that was fucking depressing.

one night, you’re bored, and even though it’s raining you keep overthinking the game that’s coming up, so you grab your basketball and head to the court that’s in the middle of your neighborhood.

you walk up to the court and notice another figure shooting easy free throw shots, over and over. it wasn’t hard to see who it was. walker. even with his boot on his left foot, he still was shooting basketballs like it was a drill.

he had on a grey hoodie, that had darkened from the rain, with the hood pulled over his head with his travel basketball team on the back and some basic black shorts.

you watch him a little while longer before he turns around, finally noticing you.

the ends of his brown hair and damp and almost covering his eyes, but you can definitely see his bright blue eyes shining in the streetlight.

“what are you doing here?” he says, limping with his boot to pick up the ball he just shot.