Just barely making it past Hunter Shelby hurried towards the net. He could literally feel her trailing closely behind him. He turned his head, sticking his tongue out at the blond, Michael Jordan style, "Bitch I so am going take this shit!" He shouted behind him.

He couldn't stop moving, he knew if he did she would be right in front of him, her long arms blocking any chance of a shot. He laid the ball up, trying to tip it gently off the backboard but instead it bounced off the rim and was up in the air. It was anybodies ball and he tried to get in position for the rebound, boxing out Hunter as best he could.