Spencer checks the ball to me and I start to make my way down the court. One of the bench warmers runs up to me reaching for the ball. I smile at how eager he is and capitalize on his poor foot work as I cross the ball between my legs and then his confusing him. I make my way around the confused boy and am immediately stopped by two large bodies. I look to see that glen is open down low so I pass the ball to him. He doesn’t take the shot but passes to spencer and she drops bag for the three. I didn’t think she would make it but I had to say I was impressed. The girl had good range. I smile as her and her teammates start to do the tootsie roll as a victory dance. Talk about old school!

“hey why are you celebrating, the game just started and so far it’s 3-0!” coach yells obviously frustrated by his gang of misfits.

Spencer just turns and points to him as she does the running man backwards causing him to shake his head and chuckles. If you got over her cockyness, spencer could actually be kinda cute with those baby blues. What am I talking about? No I am not here for girls I’m here for basketball. Focus Ashley!

“alright since it’s obvious we aren’t going to get much done at this point in time and you guys have class in 20 minutes, I’m calling practice early. Hit the showers and go grab some food.” He dismisses us all. As I walk over to get my gym bag I feel someone grab my ass and I turn around sharply only to come face to face with a blue eyed she devil.

“spencer what the hell? Haven’t you heard of personal space?” she just smirks at me.

“aw baby why are you being like that, you promised me a private shower show.” She tells me pouting. Just as I’m about to respond I’m interrupted by a hot latina cheerleader who wrapped spencer in her arms. Could this be her girlfriend? Spencer was the jock and this girl was the cheerleader. It could work.