Filisalot

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He heard her yell at him, calling him an absolute tit. He frowned to himself as he walked back towards his players. He had no idea she'd been upset so much by his words, he was equally upset with her, interpreting her as a racist wasn't something he enjoyed, but had to come to grips with. As Lana bounded over to him, he turned to speak to her as she pulled on his jersey to share a word with him. He frowned to her, "Lana, if you heard what she'd said to me, you'd have presumed she was racist to not having known her," He defended himself, "I'm as entitled to my opinion as any other ass in this bloody gym, or school," He said to her before she went on her way back to her cheer friends.

He continued to play for a little bit before they broke, and reminded each other that they were having that party later. He went home, and showered up again, getting ready for the party later in the evening. He threw on jeans, a pair of white sneakers from Nike called Air Forces, and his favorite Metal Militia t-shirt. He sprayed himself with some cologne, intending to get what he'd said to Mia earlier off his mind with tonight's party. Taking several pre-drinking shots as he got ready, he made sure he was buzzed before leaving his house for the night.

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XD Good, was worried for a moment about your affiliation with that gang.

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Haha, gosh so many questions... Are you a bobby? ;P Aand I'm like totally a dude, who's got skin that's white but varies quite often during the summer days :D Canadian winter makes me freeze and turn whtie

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"Yeah, you're get-ups a little above par," He commented, "I saw you and Lana seem to be friends, since when did you let one of them get into your head?" He asked, looking from her, over to Lana who was breaking with the rest of her cheersquad. "They do nothing but sit here, and bug us while we practice," He said, "Fuck a monkey, huh? That supposed to be a jab at me?" He frowned back at her, clearly un-amused by what he interpreted as her being racist towards him. "Didn't take you to be one of those people who loved the idea of pre 1867," He said to her, "I just came here to see what you were up to, but nevermind now," He said, turning around.

He sighed out of frustration, no-one but her could take the piss out of him like she had just done. "Make sure you get some good pics," He said to her finally before heading back out onto the court as their small break ended.

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XD Don't worry, I know a few scary white people, they're not that bad :p

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Brady kept playing, this time though, he was on fire. Almost every time the ball came to him, it was over. Three pointers, from the paint, passes. He was doing everything to move the ball forward and into the paint of the other team they were playing against. "Damn right" He said as they finished up the pick-up match, ahead by two points. He walked over to the side-lines, grabbing some water, and drenching his mouth with several unforgiving huge gulps of water. Satisfying his thirst, he looked over to where Mia, and the rest of the cheerleaders were. He finally decided to make his way over, "Aren't you a glutton for punishment," He commented to Mia as he approached.

He was referencing the fact that even despite the cheerleaders attitudes towards her, she was still willing to take pictures of them. "Why are you even here, aren't normal people like you supposed to not be here?" He said to her, rather bluntly since they'd had their small battle yesterday.

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hahahaha you're soo awesome for picking up on that :D

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Well, you won't be coming back after this one. :D

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Brady was busy practicing with the boys, doing lay-ups, shooting hoops, and playing some pick up matches to practice routes and paths that they would practice during games. He was sweaty, and heaving as they ran around on the basketball court. He'd noticed the cheerleaders that were there, practicing with them. A few of the boys they were with would tease them as they shared the court, even letting a few of them take some shots. Brady was too focused on getting better at the game to care about the cheerleaders, they were just a distraction to him, and he'd let the others fall for them if they wanted to.

He had the ball in his hands during a pick-up match when they were practicing a few routes when Mia came into the gym to hang out with Lana, and he'd not noticed her at all while he took his three-point shot, swishing it through the net. "Damn right!" He said happily as the other team checked the ball, and began bringing it back down the court. He still hadn't noticed her until the ball had been turned over, and he was passed the ball. He caught her in the corner of his eye, quickly getting a glimpse of the wardrobe she'd worn today. Cleavage, and tights is what he personally blamed for the next few moments of his own feet catching themselves, and him falling forward, and sliding across the gym floor like a clown.

Frustrated from his concentration breaking, he pumped his right fist against the ground a couple times before he began to get up, "Damnit," He swore to himself, and a few of his own friends who began to come over to help him up, he thanked them for their help, and limped for a few moments before he stretched his legs behind his back, a few had asked him what happened, and he simply said that he'd caught his feet on each other while he wasn't paying attention.

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Name: Brady Aurillia
Age: 19
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