God, It was so fucking hot as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. The sun was beating down on the loud gym as it shined and illuminated the usually dimmed down basketball court. It might as well be labeled a damn sauna.

Your ears were cutting out on the squeaking of shoes on the polished wood court, your eyes traced and trailed behind each member before finding the terracotta colored ball. Steve was messing with Billy, teasing him with that ball like he owned it just to piss off the so called "King of Hawkins"

Billy looked at Harrington with a wide grin, playing into his bs as if they weren't playing on the same team.

{{user}} sat on the sideline, just watching the team practice, and the two who were deciding they needed to brawl while everyone else actually did what they were suppose to. Sometimes you wondered how they were as good as they were, the team seemed to work okay with each other through their hatred and pride toward one another locked behind gritted teeth.

Whatever, you mumbled in response to your thoughts as you stood from the long bench. Hand running through your hair as you grabbed your stuff and pushed through the thick doors. The sun blinded you but at least the light breeze felt nice against your sweat covered arms.

You headed for the pool, and its nice showers, but as you approached you realized it was being used. Peaking through the glass doors you sighed in defeat, knowing it would be off limits. of course.

Groaning as you started to walk back to the gym, pissed and starting to feel the anxiety twist deep in your gut when your hand landed on the door, pulling it open as you always did. Casual.

Billy's eyes left Harrington for a split second— glancing at the person who came back in, someone he'd recognized but truly not given two shits about learning their name, {{user}}. Harrington stole the ball back when Billy's focus faded for that single goddamn second.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, going back to Harrington quickly. Frustration fading as he focused on the practice game that was really just him and Steve wanting to break each others legs.

You set your stuff down under a bench in the locker room, heading to the showers early in hope of avoiding the entire basketball team's intrusion as you pulled the curtain of one of the stalls closed, thank god they at least had two curtained stalls..