The next day, Roderick was sitting on a bench by the basketball court, thinking, when he felt something hit his back. Frustrated, he turned around, ready to swear at whoever messed with him.
Seeing it was only Cleo throwing a basketball at him, he changed his mind and picked the ball up. “Hey,” he greeted.
“Yo.” Cleo sat next to him. “What’s with you and Sharon?”
“I’m tired of our differences.”
“Is the masked ball really that bad?”
“No, I just wanted to see if she would let me have it my way for once.”
“Well, sorry to hear that. You’re still going then?”
“How’d you read my mind?” Roderick squinted at her.
“I just saw through you.” Sticking her tongue out at him, Cleo leaped from the bench as Roderick began chasing her with the basketball.