Chapter 28
Free Falling
My heart was beating wildly enough to puncture the rib age and burst open. I walked through the hallways with my legs feeling weak on the knees, my stomach twisted.
Should I really feel like this?
What did I fear for?
"Come near the gate" was what he text and I did not give a second thought. I actually ran to the gate only realizing the midway that I was scared; scared of multiple things.
Strong and sturdy Shyna who should be able to knock three people at a time, who'd been working on her fitness and strength for three long years, is scared!
Another fear that settled in me was he would ask me to leave.
Well I kind of deserved that, having been so rude to him.
I was wrong, I can admit that but would he give me a chance?
My assumptions came true when he stood leaning on a rented Audi A6.
His broad shoulders which were a treat to watch now drooped down and the sunshades that graced his $exy face hid the emotions behind in his grays.
According to my readings and as per his personality he'd surely be annoyed at me but I was oblivion to the way he'd react.
He's been really unpredictable lately
Without uttering a single word, he opened the door, which was a clue for me to enter. I quietly followed his unsaid orders and released a breath which I did not knew I was holding when he sat besides me on the driving seat.
I could feel numbness in my body as though he came along there were probabilities that he being a gentleman was dropping me to the airport and escorted me to make sure that I reached safely even though he is well aware that I have nothing left to loose.
But why didn't he message me to get my bags.
When the speeding car passed the streets of Vegas I could only observe the techno advanced city emotionlessly. The personified class of people wandering on the streets only seemed to be figures of human walking and I was one amongst the crowd, I felt.
It was only after he parked the car, I realized where we were.
He skipped his important party where he'd have met his official sponsors and who know one of the biggest companies might have adopted him leaving him freed of his father's strict tantrums and he'd been able to focus on the game entirely without bothering about the cash reserves to bring me here.
Holy shit!!! This guy IS crazy. He is going overboard or may I conclude that I am asking too much.
His silence treatment to me was hurting me deep because now I was confirmed that I have another week to spend with him.
When I moved passed him opening the door on my own as I was too scared to interact with him now because this time I knew I was at default.
He stopped me holding me from my wrists.
I did not flinch this time. Instead I felt calm, I felt home, I felt safe.
He removed his shades sliding them into his upper pocket of his button down white shirt that was transparent enough to display the best abdominal curves that a man could have of his body.
I couldn't help but stare at his grays which were like a Camera clicking pictures of my soul.
I don't understand why, but I am doing this very often.
Today his grays were like vacuum - hollow and pulling me deeper with an undefined force which was stronger than the force of gravity.
His orbs that were always full of enthusiasm were now displaying a mixed bag of emotions ranging from pain, hurt, remorse, confusion, anxiety and anger.
He opened his mouth banishing the silence treatment that he was giving me all throughout the ride "do you really think I am one of those; I will hurt you... R... Ra....rape you?"
His face being the mirror of his heart showed how his heart was like a pyramid of cards and it all depended on the answer that I'd give to his question which might either shatter that pyramid or scatter the cards everywhere or it might be an adhesive that might permanently fix the cards to that beautiful pyramid forever.
I simply nodded my head in disagreement to feel the warm gush of air which was the breath he released that he might have been holding since he held my wrists. I couldn't help adding "I trust you."
Those three words brought a strong contented relief in his face as he loosened himself. The twinkle in his eyes was back and I was falling lost into them.
I honestly could do anything to see that shine on his eyes. That smile on his face which was so innocent when my word reached his ears and then the hug which followed soon.
I was disappointed when he left my hands but he hugged me immediately and I loved that touch.
YES!!!! I loved that touch. I am doing the forbidden thing. I am loving his touch, I love his company, I love his eyes, I love his smile, I love the ways he reacts indifferently to everything and how much so ever my tongue wriggles to say or my brain malfunctions to think, my heart has accepted, I had fallen and I let my myself falling free.
I LOVE HIM...
I am falling for him deep.
Is it a forbidden crime for a cursed soul like me?
Indoor skydiving.... he brought me for indoor skydiving!
His thoughtfulness can cross any limit.
Oh! I forgot to add I love his thoughtfulness too.
He gave an amazing thought when he decided to get me here. He wanted me to be myself, away from the stress and worries, fly like a bird and thought this was the best place.
Indoor skydiving: an experience of its own.
With the jumpsuit that I am dressed I feel that I am packed with all the evils that had endured me in the past and the efforts that I had been carrying to be away from them, to fight them in the present.
I was falling in a deep hole of nothing less like how we fall because of gravitational force and now I am hanging in the midway because of this special forces that are hooking me giving me experience of skydiving, so is my love for David an unidentified force that is holding me strong and I am no longer falling into the dark lines of my dirty past.
He's kept me stable with his endearing personality, with his patience and I couldn't help but fall for him. I am in love with him.
I smile and then stop myself to do the cliché' thing. It would be crazy.
I am longing to jump out of the special suit for diving and rush to the love of my life, to hug him, tell him how he made me fall for him. That smile on his face I will cherish for my life.
Love really makes you crazy.
My fast steps turn into a slow replaying motion when I move out of the cabin to see David interacting with one of the assistants there dressed in a pencil black skirt reaching her mid thighs giving him exact idea of what lays beneath, the top two buttons undone of the crisp office pink shirt is grabbing David's attention which he is trying to avoid but still she attracts him either by keeping her hand on her chest or by removing her reading glasses that she'd place in between the line of the buttons of the shirt. The soft silky length of her dark hair that moved with her every expression and the flawless skin of her face which complimented her smile was enough to invite Davis's drooling who was laughing heartily at one of her comments.
The long mirror besides where both of them were standing reflected an image of the girl whose blond hair were not only dry and frizzy but were scattered everywhere, the loose tee that she wore was only meant to hide the dirty things in the past that had broken her.
Her pants that were half in her shoes and half outside showed how ugly she was, how wrecked her life is... The girl is ME...
How can I expect or even think of admitting such a silly thing to David when.....
Shyna's past[in her thoughts]
"You" I bumped into him during one of my visits in a polyclinic to my therapists.
"Shyna" he looked left and right obviously confirming that nobody noticed us together
"Look Shyna, I came, I came to the hospital where you were admitted for abor... abortion and heard the unfortunate discussion you and your dad were having." He paused uncomfortable to admit "you were ummm... And I heard it all. You were allegedly raped..."
It really broke my broken heart into millions of tiny pieces to hear it from a guy who happened to be my boyfriend ten months ago who promised to be with me.. Always
"See we are done.. I mean I am sorry for you, really sorry for what happened to you but don't you think you deserved it?" He said without a slight hint of discomfort in his voice.
"Deserved?" I asked choking on my voice.
"Didn't I deny you not to go alone at that hour of the night but you were insisting? Now you realize how silly and stupid you had been." He shrugged his shoulders defying that it was my entire fault.
Yes it was my fault but I had promise my mom that I'd be back home by 11:30 and I couldn't break it especially for my boyfriend who felt that few more shots of tequila were more adventurous and more important that the promise that his girlfriend had committed to her mother so I left that party all alone to reach home on designated time.
"Darling what are you doing here?" A girl with perfect curves and beauty came to him hugging him and pecked him on his lips which he responded immediately hugging her back.
"Who is she?" She asked pouting.
"Nobody" he replied heartlessly, his eyes fixed on me to see my reaction as the girl continued "if we do not hurry baby you'll miss your chance for getting laid tonight so hurry or you you'll have to wear the plastic sheet again"
I saw them leaving arms in arms till they blurred out of my vision.
I had tears in my eyes ... I was crying....
If my own boyfriend who'd been bragging all over the school when I agreed to be with him did not accept me after knowing the sulking reality then why would David?
I am expecting too much. Am I not misunderstanding his sympathy to love?
"Leave him alone" my inner instincts command me.
But I argue "I need him. I cannot let him go"
Then the battle begins
"You are being selfish" But it is suicide. You'll only end up hurting yourself; broken
'Yes I am. Do I not deserve to be happy only for a while?'
"You'll only end up hurting yourself; broken"
'If that is the price I have to pay to be with him, I am ready'
"Look at you, look at the girl he is talking to. Soon there'd be millions of such beauties swarming over him and then you expect him to look at you. You are being impractical"
'Love is impractical, it just happens....'
"I warned you. If last time was your fault partially, this would be a mistake, a blunder"
I pushed aside another me dressed in black who was pushing me from David and walked ahead.
"Shyna" he greeted excitedly. "How was it?" He asked approaching me.
I worked on my hair that were al over my face and frizzy due to the helmet I had worn, I adjusted my t shirt and pressed the lines of crease of my pants that earned a scrunching look from the guide who helped me with the jumpsuit for skydiving.
A sudden urge to look presentable in front of David filled in me.
"It was great" I couldn't help the excitement in my voice. I had born again.
A big fall in love gave birth to a new life in me again but my inner instinct, the black dressed soul of mine was right, I now realized when I saw his estranged expression which was surprise because of my sudden happy reaction
"YOU DO NOT DESERVE HIM" me dressed in black was back again and I believed in her now. I did.
I hugged him tight. I wanted to feel his touch for the first and last time because I was letting him go, though I wanted him. I only wanted him.
After realizing that I am in love with him, I wanted him more but I had to let him go.
He's got a huge future ahead and I am cursed with a baggage so I'd do anything and everything for him without letting him know my feelings for him.
He hugged me back.
Can I express what I felt with that hug ,that touch, that comfort in words?
No, never.
As overwhelming as it was I do not want to repeat it to myself how it felt, I just want to keep that feeling in me as a treasure that I'll preserve and preserve all my life.
He pushed me away making my heart wince with a sharp pain, only to look at me with concern and asked "We are good?"
It was more of a declaration as I nodded in acceptance.
He gave me a peck on my forehead and I couldn't believe myself when I felt all the thistles of my body rise with that connection of lips to my skin...
Is love such a beautiful experience? Or I am hallucinating.
He held my hand taking me out of the convention centre where this indoor skydiving was located.
I intertwined my fingers with his and he followed the flow unknowingly.
I then realized that the spaces between my fingers are right where his fit perfectly.
I blushed internally trying to hide my facial expression from him.
He might freak out.
But I couldn't help but steal glances at him occasionally thanking the lords of the unknown who had been kind enough to bless a person like him in my life.
He did realize something wrong with me as he pulled the car to the side lane and started the emergency parking lights as he looked at me asking "Is everything alright. You are behaving umm... M..?" He shrugged his shoulders.
Oh shit was I too obvious?
Should I answer or shouldn't I?
Should I accept and confess my feeling for him?
My brain was in turmoil with every conflicting thought and emotion acting upon it till I finally straightened up with a firm decision to do the Right thing....
"David" I said trying to hide the stammer in my speech "I want.....
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Davidson's pov
"What???? You are crazy" Shyna shouted and I stood smirking at her. She was in a fix now.
I knew she'd be irritated with no bounds but I had to do it. I couldn't hold it any longer. She had to communicate with people, hiding herself in a conch shell like a snail in the sea would do nothing to help her albeit the fact that she believes that nothing can help her.
She has hidden her true self or her own self beneath a sheet of anger that she portrays whenever anyone tries to get close to her or communicates with her.
I am sure about that because she is too strong to be scared of anybody. She's trained herself fine enough to deal with anybody who messes with her.
She simply wants to hide herself, hide her past because of some reasons not that she is scared or is ashamed to open it to others.
Heck she could have even gone leaps and bounds to punish those bastards but couldn't. She denies admitting it to me but there is a reason. She also stated once that there is lot more to her filthy past that I don't know.
Honestly I do not want to know either. The pain, the remorse on her face when she spoke or speaks trying to throw it at my face that she isn't and wouldn't be normal ever again like she shared in the morning that one of the guys who raped her repetitively tried to befriend her, showed false sympathy and even said that he was falling for her and simply wanted to take her away from the other two but in the end it was all a filthy joke. All he wanted was $ex with consent from her. He wanted the pleasure of having sex for raping was getting too boring as admitted by him to his friends who caught him red handed giving her fake dreams of life out of that wrecked warehouse which she termed as Dungeon.
Can anybody hate masculine gene more than I am doing now!
But it is often said that sins of one can be washed by others and I am glad to be the other one.
"You know what?" She paused sighing trying to get my attention and my consent for denying for what I had put her into and the best way according to her was getting angry and shouting.
I passed an evil grin mentally because I wasn't going to be affected this time.
"You are getting insane. This change of place, the night lights that blink all the time when you sleep have affected your brains and you have lost your senses."
"I am not doing it" she shouted when she realized I was ignoring her ramparts.
She threw her hands in the air frustrated due to my lack of responses.
I pulled her and made her sit on my laps.
She realized where she was pulled to sit but anger had taken over her and was also pledged with keep me calm because of my matches so simply pouted. I caressed her back moving my hand in circles. This was the new thing that I had learnt yesterday.
She's turned quite comfortable with my touch these days especially after that huge fight of ours. She is behaving indifferently since then and the difference, the change is kind of good.
I thank my coach whom I met midway after that small mishap with Shyna as he patted on my back obvious about my annoyance that he'd read on my face and guided me "Replying anger with anger will only lead to explosion, remember only soft cloth can maintain a delicate glass, where in cleaning glass with a glass would only scratch it."
That was it and I planned skydiving for her and I am glad that I did.
She was so upset and guiltier because of her abrupt use of words and me behaving like I did only brought antonym of remorse to her.
I also took her to the party yesterday. Or you can say she took me to the party yesterday.
That skydiving had a 360 degree changeover in her personality. She is a changed person.
After the skydiving when she was behaving weird stealing glances at me nervously, I was worried that she'd ask me to drop her to the airport so that she can go back to her place which I wouldn't have accepted obviously.
Profound with what she said was like seeing a rainbow on a dark evening.
She said "I want you to come to the party with me."
Though her eyes were not matching the words erupting from her mouth but still there was honesty in her speech and I immediately agreed.
It wasn't that I did not want to go; I did as it was important for my career. Also I had to stay in the good books of coach Malco and the best part was Shyna offered to come along
Also she was feeling guilty for what she said; I could read it in her eyes. She tried to apologies but I wasn't ready to hear that from her I had always pictured her as a strong girl; I hate to see her broken so I tried to avoid that topic of quarrel between us. So the best way to make her feel comfortable for the moment was to agree for what she was asking for.
God knows why I happen to care so much for her.
.Even when she denied completely I forced her telling that I wouldn't go if she wasn't accompanying. I wanted her to face people with straight face. She was not the one who had committed crime, it was them and she cannot suffer for the doings of other so this was beginning.
Here at Vegas it was easy because people didn't know her much. If she starts moving around here freely her, than moving around back home will be much for easier for her, for us.
Yes I have promised myself to her true friendship, not to leave her side even back at the college and now I feel no shame in walking in the corridors of the university with a ugly duckling. Though she isn't any longer, she never was....
Yet if she dresses up like her old self and plasters that ugly scar on her face , I still don't mind befriending her or displaying her friendship in the university.
But since yesterday I guess she has already accepted to wear clothes like a normal girl.
Not like cheap whores who are unnecessarily display their hideous assets but a smartly dressed. I would not judge even if she wears those hideous clothes because again she is a friend and I trust her with everything.
Back to yesterday at the party- guess which party was it? Orientation bash where both all the teams were invited and were treated with music, dance and feasts to maintain cordiality and sportsman spirit amongst the players.
Few chided in for the same while few remained the same arrogant egoistic ones who felt themselves superior to other but I didn't mind that as this was what actual life is. There are always two sides of a coins and that is what adds to the legibility of it.
Golden gate who were the winners in Orlando were assuming themselves to be our self proclaimed enemies as if it wasn't a basketball league; it was World war 3.
They tried to bully us starting with mixing huge dose of alcohol in our drinks which made Shane in our group loose it even before the start of the party, then our captain was forced out of the hall by spilling drinks over his formal shirt and he had to leave to get it changed.
The worst attack was on me when the girlfriend of the captain of Golden gate team tried to seduce me. She started with introducing herself and then offered me for some fun in one of the rooms in the hotel where the party was organized. I had to remove the garland of her arms that was encircled around my neck. She pouted and even had tears in her sparkling blues, not able to accept the rejection. She also said that since Freira, captain of Golden gate team cheated on her with her teammate cheerleader she felt very lonely and the thought that having great time with the opponents that he fears the most would create jealousy in his head and maybe he'd return to her.
Her choking voice almost made me believe in her and I therefore agreed to be friends with her. Later she enticed me to the small hall of fame of the summer league players that was on the third floor of the hotel and a good source of inspiration.
I was about to follow her happily, anything related to basketball and you have all of my approvals, the loud thud followed by silence as the music came to a halt grabbed my attention and I immediately knew who it was.
Shyna had sent me to socialize while she would sit comfortably on the cornered couch of the hall besides the dance floor with her choice of drinks which was a spoon of gin in a whole glass of water. She liked drinking but she did not want to loose her control so always drank enough to be in charge of her and now I was stupid enough to forget her, probably that hall of fame was quite tempting.
Now I realized that it was a huge mistake!
I rushed towards the voice to see Shyna punching the life of a guy who seems to be a standby player of one of the co- teams.
When he fell on the floor clutching his stomach, Shyna did not stop and continued kicking him on his abdomen shouting "you should know better that when a girl says know, f##k off and leave her alone".
And there was another girl standing besides Shyna sobbing and staring at how Shyna was punishing the guy who'd just laid his hands on her.
Under normal conditions I'd have distracted Shyna stopping her to fight with that guy and fight with me instead but today it was different as I remembered her words after we lost the finals that "thinking negative only invites negative so we should keep on thinking about winning and not not-loosing."
So I pulled her and stared at her golden piercing my grays into her reading her pain, her past, the furious red were like pieces of burning coal in a barbecue oven.
She closed her fists ready for a fight but I didn't reply instead I opened her fists, intertwined her fingers with mine.
Shocked with my sudden behavior she forgot to react and I took the opportunity pulling her for a hug.
She protested, tried to wriggle out of my embrace but I held her tight, comfortably tight and whispered in her ears "Relax Shyna. He has learnt a lesson... Relax ..."
Her body stuck with mine I could feel her heartbeats pacing down slowly as she finally relaxed breathing normally.
She pulled out of the grip embarrassed to attract the crowd and tried to runaway but I did not let her do that. I joined her at the couch where she was sitting earlier and had some soft drinks with her. She teased me with her spoonful of alcohol provoking me to drink too but I was not giving in. I had my match tomorrow.
She felt really guilty of putting up a scene but however it was taken as a brave attempt as all the cheerleaders were supporting her as the bullied girl was one of the cheerleaders and the guy was also punished by the coach, unfortunately that was his second attempt in abusing the girls from the cheerleader team so couldn't be ignored.
I did not leave Shyna for the rest of the evening making her feel guiltier and that was my cue to get the payback when she said "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have come."
"No you shouldn't have hit him maniacally, though he deserved it." I said. We could hear each other as the Dj was playing soft romantic numbers
"So you agree that I should have beaten him?" She asked, her words were like punctuated with inverted commas of enthusiasm.
I sighed "but I did not do what I was here for" I said trying to make her feel guiltier.
"I am so sorry. I wish I could make up for that." She submitted earning a grin from me.
"You still can." I smirked.
"How?" She asked surprised.
"Dance with me I offered my hand to her for a dance,
After sharing at me for three long minutes, she did open her mouth to say something maybe lying that she didn't know how to dance, she dismissed the thought as she nodded taking a deep breath and held my hands following me to the dance floor.
'Two victories in a blow'
I threw my imaginary fists in air for the victory. 'I Davidson Cooper not only brought Shyna to the party but also was successful in taking her to the dance floor'
I thought she'd just follow me so I placed one of my hands on her waist and she scooted closer
Wow! That was UNEXPECTED. Then I held her other hand and danced with her.
As assumed she followed me stiffly moving as if an alligator is forced to hunt during his hibernating season but when the other number by all 4 one started "I swear", I swear on my holy bible, she was a different person, she swayed her body like a pro dancer, her each and every curve accentuating the dance, enjoying every beat, very rhythm of the song and danced easily like a fish moving in a pond.
I simply followed her steps now looking at her face which was calm as if she was lost in a wonderland. Probably was lost in her fond memories as I could see the curve on her natural pink kissable lips. Did I think kissable?
Yes she is definitely kissable and I did have the urge to kiss her not only now but also when I saw her coming out of the washroom ready for the party.
She moved out of the washroom tying her hair with the other hand into an untidy bun and was trying her last attempt "you should think again. I bet it is not a wise idea to tag me alo..." Her words lost in the tracks as she found me staring at her.
Amazing, awesome, beautiful, gorgeous... All these words did not match the way she looked.
When I bought these black trousers and red shirt for her, I least expected her to wear it. I knew that she'd look pretty in whatever she wears but imaginations and reality were so different. I really felt like staring at the girl fully claded still appearing to be the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and guess what she was hiding herself, her beauty because of what those bastards did to her.
"So I am right. The way you are reacting, I should stay back. I promise I won't go to the gym or won't open that scary... Creepy.. Whatever you call it site and wait here till you return so that I do not have nigh...." She kept on rambling till I stepped forward shushing her with my thumb on her lips. The touch made her flinch, not because she was scared but because she didn't expect.
Then I stretched my other hand towards her blond wavy lengths and pulled open the bun "you look pretty and don't torture your head with the huge load" making the curls fall to her waist.
I could feel her heart beating fast and confused expression on her face.
Was she scared, angry or simply....
I ignored all the thoughts and before she changes her mind, I dragged her away pulling her elbows and moved out of the room leaving no second thoughts for her.
Since she was dressed up in the dress that she vowed never to wear made it evident that she is mentally prepared to face the crowd.
I knew she was taken' after the party and the ambience still affects her shitless so I stayed close to her till I had to attend all my team mates, sponsors and coaches.
She smiled at each of them, a big improvement.
I deserve a pat on my back. But that's not all. She needs to live a normal life, talk to people, make friends and smile often, not only with me but others too. So let's see how my new attempt goes.
I tightened my grip around her waist as she pouts. I cannot see her face but I am damn sure she is pouting. She does it a lot these days.
"David I can't" she begged.
"You can Baby" I chuckled internally 'baby' what's wrong with me? I am calling her with a nickname but I guess she did not realized so lost in getting herself out of the weird situation.
"Please I need you; our team does, Rising Sun [the name of our team] need you." I tried to convince her.
I was asking her to use her sports psychology skills with our team.
I had already had a word with our coach who was both positive and excited if Shyna agrees to it. And again it was my attempt to help her in communicating with outside world, to bring her out of her dark lines.
"You have done wonders earlier with your words, a new enthusiasm generates in my body whenever you guide me emotionally for the match. I have had practiced all my life and trained myself but it is you who have polished me in very match and now I am sure if you grace our team with your skills of counseling there'd be no looking back." I tried to convince her.
"David you are very well aware that I am screwed up. I am a stupid nerd when it comes to dealing with people. I can't face six boys looking back at me. I would freak out. You remember what I did at the party last night." She was on the verge of crying, helpless about her own behavior.
I learnt a new thing about her today she doesn't enjoy being what she is.
Though she wouldn't admit it ever.
But she somewhere deep in her heart wants to lead a normal life.
"You did nothing wrong. That jerk deserved what he did but yes you went overboard." I said the last part because I did not want to encourage her to repeat it again and continued "You don't have to look at them but they would look at you. They cannot help" I said and she turned around to look at me and sat besides me.
To say that I wasn't disappointed when I lost her touch would be lie....
Lord I am addicted to her!
"Why?" she asked innocently.
I tugged her strand of hair behind her ears.
Am I getting pervert on her longing to touch her soft, silky and smooth skin?
I know I shouldn't but blame my hormones! I am innocent, I would never do anything wrong to her nor would I ever hurt her.
I replied to those curious golden eyes that were expectantly staring back at me "simply because you are beautiful".
She immediately slapped my hand that was still lingering on her face enjoying her skin but trust me it was absentminded.
"We have already lost a match Shyna. I cannot afford more." I gave my most efficient puppy dog face to her. "I want our team to win this league. It is only possible through your help. We all have our issues and you can sort them out. Please don't say no"
"I will try" she finally agreed sighing "but what if I freak out? What if I am muted when all you guys stare back at me? What if I get lost in my past?" She panicked.
I made her sit on the bed and sat on the floor pressing her knees, comforting her "don't look at them, simply look in my eyes... I know you like them." I flirted to ease the tension.
She hit me playfully on my hands that rested on her knees and finally succumbed "okay.. Whatever" she threw her hands in the air.
"I knew it. I knew it" I did a small eureka dance and hugged her happy that she finally agreed.
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I stared at her proudly when she'd point on the screen and marked Peter on the screen with her fluorescent marker telling him that he is scared whenever he is dribbling that the ball might end up with opponent's hands and therefore he passes less and waits till he is in close proximity of his team mate.
Then she encircled Huan Pointing out that he takes too much time to think when he is passing nervous wasting 0.55 precise seconds every time he dribbles the ball resulting into too much dribbling and giving a chance to the opponent to think of their next move.
Our captain Thomas was circled with the criteria that he plays too safe always ending up trying to earn a basket at two point line. She pointed around 6 such baskets when he'd have scored easily from three point line but failed due to his double mind.
She was extremely polite and humble while dealing with my team mates. I did realize that even though she was pointing mistakes they were happily and attentively listening to her. The reason behind being that she'd appreciate something or the other about them like to the captain she appreciated that he was a great team captain as he'd make sure that he gives equal opportunity to each and every player.
Peter on the other hand was complimented for his excellent footwork. She did not spare me too. She was comfortable as she marked my mistakes of being too aggressive on the courts adding something positive too. She meant that she did not want the teammates to think that she was indifferent towards me. That would have affected her efforts.
I loved her professional attitude though.
I still remember the day when she was so nervous when she was addressing my team 'Rising Sun' for the first time. She held her hands tightly so that she doesn't turn violent. She even looked down on the ground for first five minutes and later when she realized her speech was not having desired effect, she manned up and looked at others immediately squinting at me. I nodded to encourage her and then the words flowed from her mouth.
She explained how thinking too much can effect their performance, how playing refers to having fun with the only aim of enjoyment and no pressure of winning. How our feet should fly on the court and not rooted either to speed or to earn more points.
I felt immense proud of her when she finished her speech with a standing applaud from all my team mates.
I didn't clap for her like my friend, I couldn't. I was too lost appreciating her dared spirit. She is turning away from the courts to go some where that she hasn't informed me. Nowadays I do not force her to. She is been quite cheerful lately that I doubt if she'd do anything insane.
I skipped a beat when Peter ran towards her pulling her from behind gripping her from her elbows.
I could see a furious Shyna turning around. I also saw her fists balled up ready for an attack.
I waited with baited breath, my mouth open agape and......
pic of shyna dressed for the party on the right