dirty, and slightly peeling, it read: Property of Alex Anderson. If lost return to 194 Birch Lane, Hayden Falls, CA. Donnie laughed. "Seriously, dude?"
Like a petulant child, Alex grabbed the ball from Donnie's hands. "That's none of your business."
"Whoa." Donnie put his hands up in a show of surrender.
"This was the winning ball, man," Alex said, sitting on his bed, spinning the ball in his hands. "It was the first game I ever played in high school."
"It makes sense you'd want to keep it. I have the ticket stub from my last high school game. It was the only game my mom ever made it to," Donnie said.
"I had possession of the ball. Teghan was on the side lines, cheering for me." Alex looked down at the basketball. "I dribbled over to her. She told me she loved me then kissed the ball. I turned right there and from the side of half court, I took a shot."
Donnie knew he was lying. If that had really happened, it would've been called out of bounds and the other team would've gotten the ball. There was no way it could've happened like Alex said it did. But, Donnie didn't say anything about that. Instead he asked, "And you scored?"
Alex nodded. "In more ways than one." He chuckled. "That was the first night Teghan and I..." his voice trailed off.
Donnie clenched his teeth. There's no reason that information should make him feel so damn angry. But it did. The thought of another man touching Teghan had him feeling things that didn't make any sense, things he had no right to be feeling.
"I bet I could kick your ass though," Alex said, snapping out of his memory.
"I didn't realize alcohol made you delusional." Donnie laughed.
Alex stood. "I'd bet you anything, man. Name it."
A slow smile spread across Donnie's mouth. "Okay," he said slowly. "Anything, huh?"
"Yup. We'll even use my lucky ball which hasn't--"
"Teghan."
"What?"
"I'll play you for Teghan. I win, I get to take her out without any shit from you. You win, I walk away and never see her again." Donnie folded his arms over his chest. His smile faded and his heart raced as he waited for Alex to answer. He was drunk. But Alex was drunker.
"Alright," Alex said after a pause. "You're on!"
What were Alex's odds of actually winning the game? Donnie wondered as they walked toward the basketball court. He knew he had to win, because there was no way in hell he would be able to walk away from Teghan. Taking to the court on the left, they faced each other. Alex's back was to the hoop, and Donnie had the ball in his hands. He bounced it to Alex. "Here."
Alex bounced it hard back to Donnie. "I don't need any favors."
"Suit yourself." Donnie dribbled the ball a couple of times before picking it up, taking aim, and shooting. "Nothing but net," Donnie hollered.
"You have to actually hit the net for it to be nothing but net." Alex laughed.
Donnie looked over his shoulder to see the ball bouncing behind the hoop. "Shit." He jogged over and picked it up. "Your ball," he said, bouncing it to Alex. Alex took possession of the ball and made his way down the court with Donnie on his heels. He went in for the lay-up and took aim. The ball hit the backboard and bounced off the left side of the court.
"Smooth," Donnie said. He retrieved the ball and attempted another basket. It bounced off the rim, flew back toward them and hit Alex on the forehead.
"Fuck!" Alex shouted, rubbing his head.
Donnie doubled over in laughter. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "You okay?"
Alex nodded and laughed. "Where's the beer?"
"Over there." Donnie pointed toward the side of the court where he'd set the alcohol they'd brought with them.
Alex jogged over to the bottles, popped one open and took a long drink. Donnie followed Alex. That's right, buddy. Drink up. The more you drink, the better chance I have of winning. Donnie shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did a woman he'd only met twice have so much power over him?
"We gonna play or what?" Alex shouted.
Donnie looked around and