Amelia Heidari knows her last two years at the University of Toronto matter more than anything shes done before. Her goals for the year include: raising her 3.8 GPA, securing a med-related internship, making her Middle Eastern parents proud, and bec...
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We're down by 3 with 5 to play.
Dribbling outside the arc, I pump fake, making Calgary's defender jump, giving me enough time to pivot and throw the ball behind my back to Ian.
Catching it, Ian bounces the ball once before he pulls up to shoot – cutting their lead by 1.
Sprinting back up the floor, Calgary pushes the ball making it as far as the arc before Johnny forces #5 to shoot an overhead pass straight to the guy I'm guarding. Getting closer, my hands are on either side of him, ready to steal. Hearing him pant and seeing his sloppy handles, I smirk. "You tired?"
Narrowing his eyes, he clenches his jaw, spitting out a short "fuck you" before attempting a sloppy crossover. Tipping it away, I call a "you'd like that" over my shoulder, chasing the loose ball up the court before taking possession. Running a fast break, I drive to the basket with my guys trailing. Entering the paint, I jump with the ball in my left hand before shifting it and dunking with my right.
"WHOOO! Let's go!" Landing on the balls of my feet, Daniel and I imitate Shia Labeuof's 'just do it' moment before Rhys catches up.
"Hell yeah" he yells, bumping his chest against mine as Calgary collects the ball and Daniel runs back. "Shots on me tonight."
Slapping my outstretched hand, Ian breaths out a quick "get back" before running up the court ahead of us. "It's too early to celebrate," he adds, eyeing the opposition as they stalk up the court.
Stepping away from them, I eye the jacked black guy sporting a goatee as he makes his way to the right wing. Arms stretched, I follow his movements as he tries to get in position.
Scowling, he tries to shake me off, running inside the arc and under the net. "Get off me bitch," he rasps, still tryna lose me. "Fuck that," I answer, trapping him inside the left corner.
"Johnson!" Daniel yells at the same time coach does.
"Johnson! Get your head out of your ass!"
Turning my head slightly, I catch a glimpse of an unguarded fucker to the right of Rhys. Realizing his mistake, the idiot instantly goes to defend him. But, it's too late.
He already has the ball and I'm inching away from my position, ready to steal. Keeping it down, he pulls up, avoiding Rhys's outstretched arms and angling himself to get the shot.
Brick.
Thank fuck, there's less than a minute to play.
Jumping up, Calgary tries to reclaim the ball, but Rhys knocks it out of reach. Straight to me. Lunging for it, I drive the ball up the court before passing it off to Ian. Rounding the three-point line, Ian shoots a jump pass to Johnny waiting inside the paint. Attempting a failed layup, the balls deflected – bouncing in front of me. Snagging it before Calgary can, I set myself up for a 3.
