13

Quinnel

"Hey, Man!" Zaire yelled waving at me. He was dressed in a blue and yellow tank top and shorts with white Nike Air sneakers.

He knew I was coming to him yet he chooses to yell and wave at me from afar. Sometimes, I feel like he behaves so weirdly. And that was exactly what I told him when I reached him.

"Dude, you're so weird." I said dropping the ball to my feet.

"Dude you're so weird." He replied mimicking.

"Dickhead." I muttered and shook my head.

"I hope you brought a bottle of water?" He started catching the ball swiftly as it bounced up and down.

"No, why?" I asked and he smirked at me.

"Why not? You would need it to cry into." He said and like that he was off running to the basket.

"Dude, that's not fair! That's so against the rule. You don't start a game when the opponent isn't ready." I yelled after him.

"Rules? I don't remember talking about one," He said and I stopped glaring at him.

He threw the ball in his hand over his head and into the basket behind him.

"Oh, an