Okay, so before the fourth chapter of Slam Dunk starts, I wanna thank all of you for such awesome responses to my story! 120+ views and 8 votes just for three chapters?! Honestly, I don't consider myself an amazing, awesome writer or anything like that! I just write because I like to...write! So, when I get compliments when I write something, it just makes me feel all cozy and warm and fuzzy and happy on the inside! Thank you, Mysticorns, for the wonderful positive responses!
And now, once the sentiment-y stuff's over, on with chapter four!
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4.
The Catch on the Match
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• Percy Jackson •
"FRANK! PASS THE BALL TO JASON!" I yelled, looking at poor Frank, who was holding the basketball, stuck in between two girls who were blocking his way.
I glanced around, scanning the auditorium. Half of the auditorium was filled with banners for and cheers for the Goode Gorgons, while the other half was devoted to the Stanford Snipers. I groaned in frustration. If only Coach Hedge was here to yell out ways to support our team, but no! We only got dumb old Mrs. Dodds.
I hated to admit it but our team was useless without Coach Hedge to guide us, even if he kept yelling, "WINNNNNN, YOUUUU IDIOTIC LITTLE-"
We had no coach! At least the Stanford Snipers had a coach to guide them, but us? Yeah, like Mrs. Dodds knows anything about basketball.
I placed my hands on my hips, looking around desperately.
Oh god(s)...why does this always happen to me?
I set my eyes back on the match happening before me, pushing my woes away.
A girl with auburn hair that dropped till her shoulder had the ball. She made her way around my fellow teammates, dribbling like hell. Jason tried to stop her and she made an action like she was throwing the ball to the right but threw it to the left at another girl who had black hair in a ponytail. The black-haired girl took the ball easily and started dribbling, weaving through all the boys. I glanced at Annabeth and she had a proud look on her face.
I narrowed my eyebrows as I kept my eyes on the basketball. "I have got to stop this," I muttered softly.
I got into the auditorium and immediately cheers erupted from the Goode students' sides, like they were sure I will win the match for them.
Course I will.
The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow at me as if asking, Is this guy some big-shot?
I smirked as if answering, Yeah. I am.
I grabbed the ball from the offense. Running through all the girls wearing their uniforms, I threw the ball high into the air and it fell into the basket, earning the Goode Gorgons another point. I pumped my fist in the air as my comrades surrounded me, yelling in victory.
"We made a step closer to winning the championship, but we haven't won yet," I warned. "We need to maintain this score till the end."
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5 minutes left for the match to end.
I tried to make as many baskets as possible, but every attempt seemed to fail. The Stanford Snipers were getting stronger against us. They effortlessly made a basket and every time that they threw the ball into the hoop, I felt a sting. I hated to admit but dam were they good!
I SHOULD NOT lose this match! The entire school was counting on me and I felt like holding up the sky. (*wink wink*)
VISITORS: 14 baskets
HOME: 10 baskets
"Argh!" I groaned.
I drank some water and suddenly, a new force surged through me. I ran with unknown vigor and tackled the ball from a girl and threw it at the hoop. The basketball cleanly fell through it and I grinned. Water always seemed to enforce a new energy in me. Weird...
"WHOOPPPPP!!!!!" the crowd yelled in happiness.
Two points went up for the Goode Gorgons and now the scoreboard read:
VISITORS: 14 baskets
HOME: 12 baskets
"YES!" I exclaimed.
Only three more left to go!
4 MINUTES LEFT TO GO.
I dribbled the ball and flung it.
ONE MORE POINT FOR GOODE GORGONS! The commentator's voice echoed over the auditorium.
A girl tried to tackle the ball away from me but I didn't budge. I tossed it to my buddy, Frank, and he hurled it to the hoop and scored another basket.
VISITORS: 14 baskets
HOME: 14 baskets
Our team echoed yells of joy. The cheerleaders at the back waved their pom-poms with gusto, cheering for us.
"We might just win this!" I whispered to myself.
I took the basketball from Frank and at the exact moment, Annabeth stepped towards me. The boys and girls surrounded us, ready to take the ball. Annabeth intercepted, snatching the ball away from me in a fraction of a second.
ONE MINUTE LEFT.
Her grey eyes met my sea-green ones. "This match is over," she mouthed.
50 SECONDS LEFT.
Annabeth ran towards the hoop in full speed and flung it with gusto. The time seemed to run slowly. The Goode students gasped in astonishment. The Stanford students looked on with excitement. The speed at which Annabeth ran seemed to slow down. I ran along with her, hoping I could stop it.
RING!!!
"Anddddd, the match is won by the Stanford Snipers!" the commentator announced.
The Stanford students stood up, cheering with excitement for their players.
Annabeth Chase smirked at me. As much as I expected hatred to overwhelm me, nothing happened. I looked at her with admiration.
What a player.
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"So?" Rachel's voice echoed through the empty hallways. "The Goode Gorgons finally lost, right?" she said, with a hint of mischief in her emerald eyes.
"Rachel!" I whined. "You are in Goode! You're supposed to support us!"
Rachel burst out laughing. "I'm sorry! This is WAY TOO funny! How can you guys make normal sports into a game of death or life?"
I folded my arms. "It IS death or life for us! Especially with Coach Hedge there!" I said crossly. Then... "Oh shit, COACH HEDGE..." I said, realization dawning over me.
Rachel wiped tears from her eyes. "Comedy gold!"
"RACHEL!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Rachel held her hands up in surrender. She leaned against a random locker. "What do you think of the captain?"
"Wha-? Oh, you mean Annabeth Chase?" I asked.
Rachel's hands went limp. "Y-you know her name?"
"U-uh yeah..." I replied, weakly.
Even just saying her name brought her into my mind. Honey blond hair tumbling down her back, her stormy but beautiful grey eyes ready to face any challenge, her smile...but for some weird reason, she seemed familiar. It's like the thought of her wanted to bring back some memory that my brain didn't want to resurface.
"Hey? Percy? PERCY!" Rachel shook me by my shoulders, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Um, y-yeah. What happened?" I said, sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck.
Rachel turned her gaze to the floor. "Nothing." She brushed a strand of her bright red hair away. "Nothing at all."
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