"Don't hate it too much, watch out for falling in love."
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"This is a basketball court, for basketball practice. Not for a marching band!" The boy with the name tag Venus Alexander spread his gaze to the fifteen members of the Marcing Band in front of him.
"You know, it's really a hobby to practice here. Obviously this court has basketball kids." Add Cloud, a friend of Venus.
Furious, the girl known as the Comet High School Majorist stepped forward. Still holding tightly to the baton which indicates that he is the leader of the marching band club.
"Just relax, don't hurry!" Aruna Marsyakilla glared at her opponent.
"Every week you take our field, how do we want to relax? The time that was used to warm up is actually wasted on debating with you, it's useless!" Venus, they all know her as Most Wanted Second Comet High School. Yes, second. Because the first ....
"What now?" The voice made them all turn their heads.
"It's normal, Co. MB kids take our field," said Venus.
... is Nicholas Marcosamy.
Marco looked at Shakilla flatly, the boy put his hands into his pants pockets. "Lo, again."
Syakilla rolled her eyes lazily, then folded her hands in front of her chest. Her eyes were fixed on Marco. "What?"
"Tell your friends to move, my team wants to practice."
"Why don't you just move?"
Marco laughed sarcastically, as did the rest of the basketball team. "Kidding you?"
"No, I'm serious." Syakilla looked at all the boys in turn, until her eyes stopped on the boy in front of her. "You guys are the most disgusting club, you know? So powerful, pretentious. What do you think the basketball team has won?"
Striking! Shakilla's words were like gasoline being poured over coals. Not only Marco, the Basketball Captain, but the eleven members also felt the heat. Want to process Syakilla into cakes.
"You said the basketball club is the most disgusting? What's your club? Garbage?" Marco was in a low voice.
"Sorry, there is no trash that produces achievements like ours." Shakilla is proud of herself. It's true, the Comet High School Marching Band team is the most famous of the escorts. Because they have won various national level competitions.
"You boast about your team, even though your only job is playing sticks." Marco laughed lightly.
"Just, did you say?" Shakilla clenched her fists.
"Angry?" Marco pulled his smile to the side, "watch your mouth, if you don't want to take back criticism."
"Lo!" Shakilla pointed at Marco's face.
Marco brushed Shakilla's hand roughly. "Please take your friends to go, I want to use the basketball court."
"Can not!" Syakilla insisted, there is no other good training ground apart from the basketball court.
"Whatever." Marco shrugged his shoulders. "What is clear, I do not want to lose."
"I aduin you to Mrs. Retno!"
"It doesn't work." Marco chuckled, "You forgot whose school is it?"
Marco patted his chest proudly. "My family. I rule here."
"Killa, already." Feby, a member of the marcing band as well as Syakilla's best friend, arrives holding her shoulder. "We'll just lose, Marco can't be resisted."
"It can't be like that, Feb! We-"
"La, we can practice in the hall, now. Instead of us wasting time here," whispered Feby.
Syakilla suppressed her emotions, the girl sighed. Then glowered at Marco, who was already wearing a victorious smile. Really, Shakilla was not willing to lose to that astral being!
"Hush, stay away." Marco made an evict gesture.
"Finally, go, too." Venus commented, "that girl is really unsure."
"You know, there are many styles of scholarship girls." Marco chuckled.
Shakilla, who had not walked far, could hear Marco's words. The girl stopped in her tracks, then immediately turned around and walked back to Marco.
"What are you saying?" Shakilla asked, the girl glared at Marco.
"Scholarship girl." Marco replied with an arrogant face, "what? Want to be angry? That's right, you're a scholarship girl."
"So, why? Why if I get a scholarship? Why is your tone so low?" Shakilla protested not receiving it.
"Like me, lah. My mouths."
"I wonder why there are humans who don't have a heart like you!"
Marco looked at the girl in front of him lazily. Actually, it's not the first time Marco and Shakilla have fought. However, this was the worst time.
"I'm surprised." Marco drew himself closer to Shakilla, so close that their faces were only ten centimeters apart. "Why, girls like you, have to get a scholarship at this school."
"Not worth it." Marco continued, with a glare filled with hatred.
After that, the boy left. Leaving his friends on the basketball court, and also the Marcing Band members who witnessed his fight.
Ah, yes. Don't forget about Shakilla, with her heart broken.
