I Was the Team Joke
I paused and grinned. "Actually, straight A's."
"Loser," Scott groaned, rolling his eyes toward the sky.
"We'll see about that," I said as I bounced the basketball over to him. "How about a little one–on–one?"
"You're on, Little Cas," he said, trying to rattle me with my new nickname. But his strategy didn't work. I wasn't 6 feet tall, but I still had some smooth moves. I bobbed to the right, faked Scott out, weaved to my left, drove to the basket, and jumped up for the shot. Swish.
Little Cas: two. Scott: zip. Even for a short guy, things were looking up.
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