The next morning.
I rang her doorbell.
Ready to play some ball.
I refused to lose.
To the likes of her.
Knowing I would never hear the end.
She opened the door.
And I could have sworn.
Her eyes brightened a little.
Or maybe.
It's more likely.
It's just all in my head.
"Ready to play?"
I asked her.
Tossing the ball at her face.
"Ready to lose?"
She retaliated.
Adjusting her glasses and grinning.
She flew ahead of me.
To the courts.
And I stumbled behind.
"Game on."
She taunted.
Throwing the ball at me.
And so we played.
She barely broke a sweat.
I was sweating like crazy.
Her agility was impressive.
She moved with the wind.
And I did struggle a little.
As fate would have it.
I lost by three points.
And she rubbed it in my face.
Shimmying around me.
With her sing song voice.
And her irritating smirk.
I huffed.
My hands on my knees.
Trying to catch my breath.
"Aw. Did I take
The poor boy's
Breath away?"
I raised my eyebrow.
And laughed at that.
Like she wasn't right at all.
But.
She had no idea.
She had no idea.
She had no idea.
