Jordan picked himself up as he shook his head in an attempt to clear his head from the after-effects of the whistle. He grabbed the basketball and did some simple dribbling hoping it would drown out the squeaking shoes from the girls’ basketball game even though he knew it was fruitless.
The shouting and rapid movement of the games filled the gym drowning out the feeble noises his own game was causing. A long shadow fell over Jordan’s court as he took his next shot. Looking beside himself, he saw a dark-skinned teen looking down at him. She had the height and muscle tone of an athlete. Her black hair was tightly braided into rows. Her overall size and stature drove home the stark contrast between this giant and Sara and her friends who normally lorded over him.
She plucked his basketball out of the air holding it between her fingers making it appear like a gobstopper instead of a basketball. She looked at the tiny ball between her fingers with curiosity.
“Hey!” Jordan shouted as he looked up at the dark-skinned girl holding his ball above his miniature gym. While a part of him knew it probably wasn’t wise. Jordan wasn’t about to let yet another teen push him around. Jordan watched her eyes lower toward him with a contempt he never once had seen in Sara’s eyes toward him.
As she looked at the ball, she rolled it around in her fingertips a few times before letting it roll off her fingertips and drop back to the ground. The basketball bounced well above the fenceline several times before finally settling down and rolling to a stop near Jordan.
“Sorry,” the dark-skinned girl said with a tone that told Jordan she wasn’t all that sorry as she looked Jordan up and down. “You got a bit of game considering…”
“Considering what? Just because I’m small now doesn’t mean I forgot how to play.”
“I don’t look down on you because of your size. My dad contracted Smallera a few months ago. Your size doesn’t make any difference to me. I look down on you because you’re being carried around like a pet by Mallory’s bougie click. So, I’m giving you the respect you’ve earned.”
“I’m my own man.” Jordan defended.
“You’re your own man in your head. Sara, has you whipped, and you’re supposed to be a grown man. But if you want to prove me wrong, why don’t you show me something on the court.” the dark-skinned teen said.
“I-I couldn’t possibly take you. I couldn’t even move the ball.” Jordan said looking out at the massive basketball court.
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