Just a Bit of a Warm-Up
The ball was tipped by Yards and quickly snatched up by his teammate, Justin Hills. Hills wasn't very tall, standing at only 5'7. However, he was quick on his feet and had great handling. He took the ball outside of the three point line and analyzed the playing field.
Jason was matched with Yards, Harper was matched with Hills, Battle was matched with Hiley, Parson was matched to Evans, and Sanders was matched to Filmore. Hills leaned in and faked a pass to Hills, which Harper fell for. Harper stumbled left and Hills made right, catching the ball and pushing in to the goal.
Right...these guys are still a little new to this. Jason thought, watching Harper stumbling to the left. "Harper! Try not to to fall that much." he said, trying to encourage Harper, moving to keep himself matched with Yards.
Yards took off behind Hills trying to keep ahead of Jason, but he was met with a pick by Parson and he stumbled backward, creating chaos. This left Evans free to pursue Jason, but he was coming from the three point line behind Jason. As Hills neared the goal, Filmore ran interference with Sanders right on his heels. The goal was secured by Hills for 2 points, thanks to Filmore preventing Sanders from blocking the layup.
The ball was passed to Jason to take out from the sidelines to his player of choice. Jason got the ball, weighing his options. There was Harper, Battle, Parson and Sanders. He glanced a bit, before making a pass towards Harper, giving him a moment and a chance to redeem himself.
Harper received the ball with a nod and applied pressure to Hills. Hills was fast, but his defense was equally matched to Harpers. The result was a quick pump fake back to Jason, followed by a mad dash to the goal. But Harper was met by Filmore and Evans who slipped past Parson and Sanders. This forced Harper to stop in his tracks and back pass to Jason.
"Good work Harper." Jason chuckled, getting the ball back from the back pass. He made his move towards the hoop, before taking a quick shot for it. C'mon...swish, baby!!
An easy two points as Jason broke past Yards' defense and made the shot. The ball was handed to Yards who scoffed with disappointment at his own mistake.
Yards passed the ball to Evans, but it was intercepted mid-flight by the quick thinking Parson who rolled to the right side of the court and took a fast three-point shot. Nothing but net.
"Check your man!" Yards barked.
"Check your pass!" Evans replied.
The ball was given to Evans to take out from the left side of the court as the stands filled with cheering. Evans moved the ball to Jason's hands before Yards could react.
Jason got the ball and made his move once more, before glancing over in the direction of Harper again, but immediately passed the ball to Sanders. "You're up, Sanders."
"I see that!" Yards snapped and swatted the ball down before Sanders could catch it. He quickly snatched it up and spun around with the ball in his hands. The next thing anyone realized was that Filmore was in the air with the ball in his hands. There was a roar of cheering as he dunked the ball into the goal thanks to the quick handles of Yards, with a snazzy pass.
5-4 with Skins in the lead. The ball was given to Sanders to take out from the sidelines. He looked hesitatingly at Jason before wising up to Yards' quick movements. Instead, Sanders got the ball to Harper who spun away from Hills successfully and delivered a clean layup.
7-4 Skins. Hills took the ball out and passed it to Yards. It was time for some one on one with Jason. "Heard about that wrist," Yards taunted, dribbling the ball carefully. "I'm gonna break your ankles instead," said the brunette boy as he quickly cut left.
Jason looked hard at Yards for a hard moment, watching him quickly cutting left as he began to grit his teeth. He knew the guy was goading him, but he needed to do this. Why are you indulging him like this? Especially after that threat?! he thought, shaking his head slightly.
Yards took no hesitation in slipping past Jason and slamming into an intercepting Harper. With one hand he dunked the ball and toppled past Harper. Harper was furious that he was crashed into. "Dude!" he snapped at Yards.
7-6 Skins. "Sorry man. You got in my way," Yards said sarcastically as he stomped past Harper.
The whistle was blown and a foul was called on Yards. Coach Overton stood up on the side of the court and called out to the boys. "That shit won't fly! Play like an adult, not a brat!"
"Shut up and let 'em play, Coach!" someone called from the stands.
The ball was given to Harper from the sidelines and found its way back to Jason with Yards once more staring him down.
Jason stared at Yards again, just shaking his head. "Ya know...you aren't the first one to use that line on me..." he said, glancing over towards the stands, quickly making eye-contact with some of his former teammates (minus Kevin). With nothing else to say, he started going right, goading Yards to move in that direction before faking and moving to his left as he moved past Yards in a fast manner.
Yards was suckered into going right and stumbled over his own two feet. Hills clamored to make up for Yards' mistake but he was picked by Harper. Jason was free to move to the goal.
Jason kept moving towards the hoop, positioning himself in a manner to try for a three-point shot, as he tossed the ball into the air. Another swish...c'mon...we got this.
The ball slid off the backboard and right into the net. The shot was good. 10-6 Skins. Yards was not happy as he snarled as he stood up. The stand erupted again with cheers when Kevin called from the sidelines. "Nice shot, J!"
"Shut up, Garcia!" Brock called from the other end of the sideline.
"Both of you, shut the hell up!" Coach Overton said.
The ball was given to Evans to take out from the sideline and it was passed down Hills with lightning speed. Hills spun around Harper and back passed the ball to Filmore who took a long 3 point shot. A spin around the rim and into the net, shirts were closing in. 10-9 Skins. Sanders received the ball and got it out to Battle who had been all but invisible during this game. Battle was checked by Hiley, but slipped up and had the ball tipped out of his hands flying in Jason's direction.
Jason got the ball and made his way towards the hoop again, before stopping to pass it to Battle, giving him another try.
Battle received the ball with grace and faked an inside shot. Hiley took the bait and Battle stepped up. But Yards' height allowed him to jump and swat the ball out of the air with ferocity. The rebound was picked up by Hills and returned for two points. 11-10 Shirts. The ball was given to Harper to take out and passed to Parson. Parson was set up by Sanders with a quick pick and he was allowed to drain another shot. Just like that, the game was back in Skins favor. 12-11 skins. This time, Hiley took the ball out of bounds with Battle checking him. The ball slipped past Battle and into Yards' hands at the three point line. This time, Yards was silent. His eyes quickly glanced left and landed on Hills, then he returned his gaze to Jason.
Jason's gaze met Yards, as he saw what he was going for. He exhaled, trying his best to give a hand signal to Harper to be ready. "Alright...let's see how far this gets me." he muttered, as he made a move towards Yards, preparing to snag the ball if he could. All he could hope for, was Harper to stop it if Yards threw it.
Yards went left with his pass but the ball was tipped by Jason's fingertips. Harper made a break for the ball and snatched it out of the air past Hills' reach. He circled the right side of the court and passed the ball down to Parson at the edge of the free throw line. An easy three points.
YES!!! Jason thought, getting really happy right now...hell, even his adrenaline was pumping at this point.
There was another uproar of applause followed by several whistle blows. "Alright, alright, I've seen enough," Coach Overton said as he stepped up. And just in time to, as Yards had begun to argue with Hills. "Hey! Knock it off! Because you need to learn to work with one another and cover your teammates weaknesses!" Overton barked.
"Yards. You're aggressive. You've got great ball handling. But you're selfish and reckless. You saw Garrett as bait. You got baited," Overton said. Yards stepped back and dismissed Coach Overton's concerns.
"Please. I could run circles around this dude. He got a lucky tip on the ball. That's it. Give me a one on one and I'll dest--" Yards taunted.
"That's your problem, Yards. You can win one on one but you can't win as a team. Sit your ass out," Coach Overton demanded.
Yards ripped off his shirt and tossed it at Overton's feet. "Screw this and screw you," Yards said, storming out of the gym.
"That's one," Coach Overton said as the doors to the gym slammed behind him. "Anybody else feeling cocky and wanna join him?"
The other players were silent. "Good. Then it's time for game two."
"Since you're short a player, I'll give you one of mine," Coach Overton said as he turned to the stands. "Garcia! Get over here!" he called to Kevin. Kevin jogged over and joined Coach Overton's side. "You're gonna play with the rookies in a five on five exhibition match."
Kevin scratched his heads. "How's that gonna work?"
Coach Overton grinned. "Like I said, You're gonna play with the rookies. Against your teammates."
"What!? That's B.S., Coach!" Kevin snapped back
Overton shook his head. "You'll be fine. You've got two vets. Now just get your three teammates. Harper, Sanders, and Hills."
Kevin still was only counting four people. "But Coach, who's the fi--"
"It's Garrett, you dumbass!" Coach Overton barked again. "Now get yourselves together for game two!" Overton said as he walked over to the bleachers. "The rest of you, come sit on the sidelines!"
Jason looked at the whole situation he now found himself in. Not only was it just him and the rookies...but with the help of Kevin...they needed to beat the others on the team: his former teammates. His adrenaline was pumping and he felt his heart racing immensely. Honestly, he didn't remember this being a thing his last joining...
I have to face...the team? Jason thought, looking at the team in the stands, all of them looking like they were grinning from ear to ear like damn clowns. He felt a lump in his throat as he slowly started holding his left wrist some. Jason...what the hell did you just get yourself into...?