Lydia had the ball, with Skyler trying to guard her. It's a very physical for just practice, but you remember that Lydia got a athletic scholarship to play basketball out of state. This is just probably her working out for those future games. Lydia pulls away, then shoots beyond the arc and over Skyler's head. The ball swooshes into the basket.
"Nice one there!" Skyler says, obviously impressed with her former teammate. "You'll be famous before you know it."
Lydia smiles. "Well thanks for pushing me Sky," she replies. "But I think we've had enough for one day. We've been at this for hours now."
Skyler frowns. "No way, you think you'll be able to stop whenever you want during a big game?!"
"That's enough for her Sky," Marie says. "This isn't a big game, and she looks about to fall over."
The bossy brunette glowers at the tall girl. "Who asked you?! For someone so talented, here you are without a scholarship to play anywhere!"
"Skyler, that's enough from you!" Lydia exclaims. "Take a chill pill girl."
You knew few people that would stand up to Skyler, and Lydia was one of them. Yet, they are best friends. Skyler, fuming at being reined in, walks off towards the showers and slams a door behind her.
Marie sighs. "Guess she'll never learn."
"I'm sorry she said that Marie," Lydia apologizes. "You know I asked you to come because you're a great player."
Unlike her BFF, Lydia is kind, generous and respectful to others.
"It's fine Lydia," Marie replies. "I think we'd better let Skyler cool down though."
Lydia nods. "Yep, let's keep out of the showers for awhile."
"I'm going to return these balls to the front desk," Marie volunteers. "You might want to stretch out a little. I noticed you're limping a little."
"It's just a tired ankle," Lydia says reassuringly. "I appreciate your concern though dear."
Marie grabs the basketballs and heads out the door. Lydia is all alone, except you are still up the balcony. However, a sense of curiosity comes over you. While you and Lydia went to high school and had class together, you really don't know each other well. What you do know if that Lydia had amazing soles. You believe this could be an opportunity to see them again. You head down the stairs.
The stairs bring you back down to the ground floor, and you head to the gym floor. Lydia is still there, one leg stretched out. You approach her, and she smiles at you.
"Hey (your name), how are you doing?" she asks politely.
"Great, I was up on the balcony and noticed you playing," you say. "That was great what you were doing."
"Well thanks," she says. "I'm really trying to get my game up before I go to college. See the little tantrum Sky threw?
You laugh. "Yeah, she's a handful."
Lydia also laughs. "I know you two don't exactly get along, but she's bearable most of the time."
Suddenly, she winces in pain. "Are you ok?" you ask
"Yeah, my ankle is just cramped," Lydia replies. "Stretching really isn't helping."
She takes off her right shoe and sock, revealing her beautiful feet. Though she was an athlete, playing a sport that would abuse one's foot, Lydia's are certainly not affected. They are impossibly smooth looking, her second toe about the same length as the big toe, and a small toe ring on the middle one.
"Wow," you mutter under your breath.
"What's that?" Lydia questions.
"Um, nothing Lydia," you quickly respond. You look rather silly right now.
"But didn't you say wow?" she asks, not convinced.
"Well, you just have a nice foot," you say. "I mean, for a basketball player."
You can feel your face glowing bright red. Fortunately, Lydia just giggles, apparently taking it as a compliment.
"You're a strange guy (your name)," she says. "Strange, but sweet. Thank you."
Lydia massages her ankle. It really seems to be bugging her. You want to make a move.
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