Here's a new story snapshot. It's just the introduction and the first few chapters. There's no sex just yet because this will be a very long ongoing series about two girls who are from rival high schools and now play for the same college basketball team. It's a slow burn romance story between the two of them. Also please comment below on what you think of it. Your feedback is very appreciated and helps improve my writing. All characters are subject to copyright laws, so please don't try to copy and resell my stories. All characters involved in sexual activities are 18 or older. I hope you enjoy!
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Marcela's POV
Walking on to play for a college basketball team is a dream come true. To think I made it through the walk-on tryouts is a miracle in and of itself. There were so many talented athletes and somehow I managed to rise above them all to claim a spot on the team. Now I have to continue to work hard and prove that I belong on this team. I have my work cut out for me, especially when you have players like Kennedy Brooke who is my absolute role model! Last year she led the team to the Final Four, giving CMU their first elite eight victory in the history of the program.
Just watching her play gave me goosebumps and now I actually get to not only meet her, but I get to play on the same team as her! I'm so giddy with excitement. And she's not the only one I'm excited to meet. There's Fionna Beasley, the top defensive player in the conference. Solette Caldwell, our amazing small forward. Lauren Hamilton, the center that's impossible to score on. And of course, Head Coach Tallah Clayton is another one of my role models. In her first year as head coach, she took a losing team and brought them to the playoffs for the first time in years. Obviously in her second year, she took them to the final four, which is even more impressive. And then there's assistant coach Milena Riddle who was the starting small forward for the team last year and has come back to coach!
It does help that I already have a friend on the team. Even though Catlynne Foster graduated a few years before me, we grew up next door to each other. She's the person who got me into basketball. She convinced me to try to walk on at CMU. Now she's the starting shooting guard. I can't wait to talk to her later.
As I make my way up to my dorm room, I'm super excited to meet my new teammates. I wonder who my roommates will be? I know they're all on the team. I know they'll most likely be freshmen. As I enter the dorm, I'm met by a lanky black girl with long braided dark raven black hair.
"Hey, you must be my new roommate. I'm Malynne Poole, but you can call me Maly," she says as she holds out her hand.
I take it ecstatically. "I'm Marcela Elvira," I say.
"It's nice to meet you, Marcela, what position do you play? I play small forward," she says.
"I'm a point guard," I say.
"Nice, where did you go to High School?" she asks.
"Just a small town up north called Boyne City. Nothing special," I say.
"Nice, I'm from Grand Rapids," she says.
"That's cool. I've always wanted to live in a big city," I say.
"You're not missing much," she says as another girl walks in.
She's got bleach blonde hair and a plastered on smile. "Hi, you two must be my roommates, I'm Danielle Owen and I'll be your new starting point guard."
Of course...
"Oooh," Maly says, glancing back at me then at her.
"And what are your names?" Danielle asks.
"I'm Malynne Poole," Maly says.
"And I'm Marcela," I say.
"Nice, what positions do you play?" she asks.
"Small forward," Maly says.
"And you?" Danielle asks as she looks over at me.
"Point guard..."
Her eyes go wide before a smirk plays across her face. "Oooh. Well have fun riding the bench."
"You know we're both going to be riding the bench this year, right? There's no way we're going to beat Kennedy out for the starting point guard position," I say.
"Not with an attitude like that. I'm a winner and winners always start," she says.
Before I can respond, our 4th roommate barges in. She drops her bag as soon as she sees me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. How did you make the team?" Sarah Wood asks.
"I walked on for your information. I take it daddy bought your way on, am I right?" I ask.
"Please, like I need help getting on the team, I actually got a full-ride sports scholarship unlike you," she says.
"I take it you two know each other?" Maly says.
"I definitely wouldn't consider us friends," Sarah says. "You see, we went to rival schools. She went to Boyne City and I went to Traverse City St Francis. And of course we stomped them in the regular season and in playoffs."
"Because you're a private school and can recruit players all across the nation," I retort.
"Big C's, little c's ain't no c's like excuses," she says.
"This is going to be a long year," I sigh.
"You can count on it," she says as she grabs her things. "So have we decided on sleeping arrangements?"
"Not really," Maly says.
We walk into the room with the bunks. "I call bottom bunk," Sarah says as she sets her shit down on a bed.
"I don't mind taking top bunk," Maly says, taking the bunk above Sarah.
"I actually prefer the top bunk," Danielle says as she takes the other side.
"I guess, I'll take the bottom bunk," I say.
"Well, we should probably get to the gym. Our first preseason practice starts soon," I say.
"It's just practice," Danielle says.
"As much as I hate to say it, I agree with the rambler..." Sarah says. God, why am I not only stuck on the same team as her but we had to be roommates?
"Rambler?" Maly asks.
"It's our school mascot," I say.
"What kind of mascot is a rambler?" Danielle asks.
"It's because Boyne City is full of people who talk too much," Sarah says.
"Coming from you, that's the pot calling the kettle black," I say.
"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" Sarah says.
"Let's just head to the gym," Maly sighs.
"For once that's something almost all of us can agree on," Sarah says.
At Practice
We get our stuff ready and head out. After we get to the gym and change, we head out onto the court. It's almost like a dream walking onto the practice court.
"Shit, I'm going to get warmed up," Sarah as she puts a headband to keep her dirty blonde hair from falling into her face. She grabs a ball. I'm definitely not going to stand around while she practices. I grab my own ball and go to the other side of the court to warm up as Maly stretches and Danielle does whatever she does on her phone.
After a few minutes the other players start to trickle in. And soon, my idol walks in. Kennedy Brooke. I try not to gawk. I can't help it, I have to say something. She's even wearing the white band that she always wears to keep her hair out of her face. I can't help but touch my own identical band. "Kennedy Brooke, It's such an honor to finally meet you. I watched every game. This is crazy! My names Marcela and I'm your biggest fan!"
"Woah, settle down Dandi," Cat says.
"Cat! I almost didn't see you!" I say as I practically leap in her arms.
"Jeez, Dandi. Come on, you're embarrassing me," Cat says.
"This must be the neighbor you were telling me about," Kennedy says to Cat. Oh my god! They were talking about me? I wonder what they said.
"Yeah... she's kind of like a stray cat that won't leave you alone after you feed it. Babe, meet Marcela Elvira," Cat turns to me. "Obviously you know Kennedy. I'm glad you decided to walk on."
"Thanks!" I say overly eager.
"Oh my god, the game against MSU where you pulled that step-back jumper for the win was amazing!" I say to Kennedy.
