Your crush. Your basketball and dedicated boy you like who didn’t like you back and thought you were weird. didn’t make the basketball team.

you noticed him alone a lot more lately and were worried. Maybe he was going through his teenage crisis. You already had yours. Your arms and thighs proved it.

once Mrs DeArton let you and the rest of the class out he immediately rushed to the bulletin board outside the hall and stared at the roster.

his name was not on it.

ashton felt his heart drop. He ripped down the roster and threw it on the ground before mumbling and walking storming away angrily.

the sad part was you knew how hard he worked at basketball. It was his only passion. The only thing he liked.