Tess pushed you out of the school and Booker followed. "Let's do something more fun than just talk to your friends during your free period, please," Booker begged.

"C'mon, Bookie, you know she has no choice," Tess exclaimed.

You pleased desperately, "Please, it's hot out here, let me go back inside, T."

She shook her head and passed you a basketball. As it soared near your head, your eyes widened before you shielded your own face until you realized that you graciously caught it. You pumped your fist and tried dribbling the ball.

"Watch your toes, Y/N/N," Booker mumbled. 

You shot him a glare as you still tried to mirror his actions while he tried to teach you how to shoot. Your countless attempts failed until Tess walked up behind you. She positioned herself behind your body and helped you angle your arms and hands and then whispered somewhat subtly, "You were doing it wrong."

A few dirty looks were thrown at the both of you for flirting on the court, but neither of you cared. You had her and she had you.

She used her hands to push yours as the orange ball flew out of your grasp and.... into the hoop! Tess jumped in excitement and gave you a high-five with both her hands. "I'm so proud of you, you did it! You're my little baller."

You grinned awkwardly and said, "Thanks, T," as you went back to get the ball.

Tess looked at you with a mischievous grin and stole the ball from your hands as she said, "Now try it yourself. Every shot you make is one kiss and if you make it in backwards, I'll reward you with the best makeout session you've ever received."

Your jaw dropped as Booker closed it back shut and handed you another ball. "You better make 'em all, girl," he said with a laugh.