Caleb hadn't meant to end up at the basketball court. He hadn't meant to end up in the common area, hadn't meant to pass the big house, hadn't even meant to leave the U of the cabins. It just happened that way. So when he did, in fact, find himself surrounded by sweating basketball players, dribbling basketballs, and cheering, he rolled his eyes at himself.
He had stumbled into the court (yes, literally stumbled. Caleb was the equivalent of a baby girraffe; tall and clumsy on his feet) and wandered over to a bench where he promptly sat down, panting. He wasn't sure why he was panting. Had he ran there? He had no idea; his mind was too clowded with thoughts. Like, for instance, his girlfriend, who he treasured.
He did, however, notice the few girls sitting on the other side of the bench, gawking at him. He frowned. Did he have something on his face? Was his hair messier than usual? He took off his beanie and ran his fingers through the unruly tangles, quickly placing the beanie back on his head. But the girls kept staring and whispering and pointing. When one of them waved at him with the flick of her wrist and a seductive smile, he simply smiled shyly back. He choice to ignore them and focus on the game.
Basketball wasn't exactly his favorite sport, but it was damn right close. Since he was tall (6'7 is pretty tall for a sixteen year old), his old highschool quickly had him join the team, even though he had no skill at the sport whatsoever. He would either trip over the ball, accidentally hurt someone, or throw the ball too high. Plus, the nieghborhood kids weren't the nicest of people, so they never let him use their ball, and he could never afford to buy his own. Breathing in the humid air, hr did his best to focus on the game and not the girls.
OOC: the html was being weird so I decided not to use the template
He had stumbled into the court (yes, literally stumbled. Caleb was the equivalent of a baby girraffe; tall and clumsy on his feet) and wandered over to a bench where he promptly sat down, panting. He wasn't sure why he was panting. Had he ran there? He had no idea; his mind was too clowded with thoughts. Like, for instance, his girlfriend, who he treasured.
He did, however, notice the few girls sitting on the other side of the bench, gawking at him. He frowned. Did he have something on his face? Was his hair messier than usual? He took off his beanie and ran his fingers through the unruly tangles, quickly placing the beanie back on his head. But the girls kept staring and whispering and pointing. When one of them waved at him with the flick of her wrist and a seductive smile, he simply smiled shyly back. He choice to ignore them and focus on the game.
Basketball wasn't exactly his favorite sport, but it was damn right close. Since he was tall (6'7 is pretty tall for a sixteen year old), his old highschool quickly had him join the team, even though he had no skill at the sport whatsoever. He would either trip over the ball, accidentally hurt someone, or throw the ball too high. Plus, the nieghborhood kids weren't the nicest of people, so they never let him use their ball, and he could never afford to buy his own. Breathing in the humid air, hr did his best to focus on the game and not the girls.
OOC: the html was being weird so I decided not to use the template