*(Safeer's POV)*
Basketball used to be the only thing that made my pulse race.
Until that day.
It was just another practice—Coach yelling plays, the sound of sneakers squeaking across the polished floor, boys talking trash like usual. I'd just made a clean three-pointer when suddenly, a volleyball came flying into our side of the court.
"Yo, watch it!" I yelled out loud.
I felt a ball smack me in the back of the head hard. Holding the back of my head, if I had let go, I might have bled out. But as soon as I saw her, my head injury wasn't so important anymore.She stood on the other side of the gym floor in a black volleyball tee, kneepads on, dark hair pulled into a high puffball that sat neatly with attitude. She looked like she didn't miss. Not just in volleyball—but in life.
New face. Didn't recognize her. But she looked like she belonged here, even if she didn't know it yet.I grabbed the ball , half annoyed, half impressed wit it on the low. "You're new," I said.
She gave me this cold look. Not shy. Not star-struck. Just... unbothered. "And you're in my way."My boys behind me went silent for a second.
Damn.
She snatched the ball from me like I was nothing special and went right back to practicing, not giving me a second glance.I don't know what it was—ego, curiosity, or the fact that no girl had ever dismissed me that fast—but I couldn't help watching her line up her serve again.
Bounce. Toss. Jump.
She hit it like she had something to prove. The ball slammed into the other side of the net with power I didn't see coming.I let out the softest whistle without thinking.
She was good.And dangerous.
I nodded at her. "Nice. That was... kinda fire."
She mumbled a "thanks" like it physically hurt her to accept a compliment from me.Then—just for a second—her lips twitched. Not a full smile. But enough to make something unfamiliar hit my chest. I didn't even realize I was staring until my best friend Amir elbowed me."Bro. You good?" one of my team mates grinned.
I shrugged like it was nothing. "She's decent." when I walked away, I couldn't stop thinking about the way she served like the ball was her enemy... and the way she looked at me like I wasn't worth her time.I didn't know her name yet.But I knew this much:She wasn't just another pretty face.She was going to be a problem.And one that I suddenly wanted to chase.
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when i fell for the wrong player
Teen FictionHe was my forever, until he became my heartbreak. Zania Carter, 19, captain of the college volleyball team, has loved Safeer Smith for four years. He's the star basketball player, her first love, her safe place... until one drunken night at a colle...
