14|untamed jerk

Brenda G

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I was strolling behind the girls since I was on a phone call with my dad. Yes, my phone had survived Jake's apocalypse. The screen was cracked but the phone worked just fine.

My dad was catching me up on the events at home. He lamented about how he missed my presence at home and also informed me of Gg had grown lean because he missed me too.

Poor Gg. I should visit him one of these days.

After a long phone call with him, I hung up.

The more we approached the basketball pitch, the louder the noise became. The boys were running around the pitch, dribbling the ball while yelling at the top of their voices.

We took our respective seats on the benches. The afternoon sun was baking the players who dripped with perspiration as heavy pants exited their mouths. Sam who looked enfeebled, was taking a breather outside the pitch. His palms were over his knees as he bent over. His basketball jersey was drenched with sweat.

My eyes rested on Jake who was drowned in the game. The ball