Football had crashed as far as I was concerned. I guess it was my fault not thinking things through. Thinking anyone would go into Varsity as the star...ing ¼ back as a Sophomore, well—pretty stupid, huh ? It didn't help the hurt though. I took solace in beer, weed, and the basement. I ignored my lil bro, Dustin most of the time now.I changed my look after that first day of practice—having spent the night at 'the spot', and later picking up some cowboy boots, mostly ditching the jock/sk8tr boy. He had her arm twisted so far up behind her back that she thought he was going to dislocate it.He let her go as he shut the door behind them, locked it and pocketed the key. She was standing in front of him, trembling, trying to decide whether to be scared or angry."What are you doing? Once this gets out you'll be bloody arrested! You can't just grab hold of princesses like that!"He stepped up to her and slapped her very hard across her face. She flew backwards a couple of feet and landed on. .there's another room just like this one next door. I woke up and then something grabbed me and shoved me in here." Did you see what it was?" She was examining the door now. It had no handle or any other way she could see of opening it.He seemed perplexed. "No...weird...maybe the aliens have mind powers?"The door had slid open and closed earlier. She tried pushing her hands flat against the door and dragging sideways, but it wouldn't move.Warm hands touched her shoulders and she jumped. Quickly. My offensive rebounds picked up a bunch since I wasn’t the one shooting almost every shot. Opponents knew the corner was a favorite of mine, so they guarded me closely whenever I edged that way. Kenny and I had a well-practiced play where, when I saw him catching the ball leaning my way, I would jump. His pass would hit my hands at the top of the jump, and I would shoot from there. It was almost a guarantee I would be fouled. The folks guarding me were not tall enough to out-jump me. If the.