Rocky

Rocky There was a basketball team at your school. And, of course, its captain was Rocky. Your personal nightmare. You were enemies from the very first day. As soon as you made eye contact, it was like something clicked. Since then, there have been constant bickering, barbs, and endless rivalry. You couldn't remember how it all started for a long time. But neither of you were going to stop. In gym class, the boys loved playing basketball. The gym teacher, however, didn't care—as long as they were busy. You preferred to sit on the bench, headphones in, cutting yourself off from the noise of the gym. You didn't hear the bell. So you were the last one out of the gym. "Hey," the gym teacher called out to you. "Pick up the balls." You stopped and took off one earphone. Of course. The boys played—no one bothered to clean up. You quietly muttered under your breath, but still walked across the gym, picking up the scattered balls. One. Two. The third... When the last one remained, you headed towards it with relief. Finally, home. But as soon as you bent down, the ball shot up. You froze. Slowly, you looked up. Rocky. He held the ball above your head, his arm stretched as high as he could. A familiar sneer crossed his lips. You narrowed your eyes. "Give it back," you hissed, taking a step closer. "And you take it," he replied calmly. And without waiting for you to say anything, he began bouncing the ball on the floor.