Bad Boy Agents

Basketball

Spending a few minutes to change clothes with sports clothes, Shaka did before following the spaciousness. He took off his uniform shirt in front of the locker and saw thick muscle rows on his arms, chest and stomach.

There were already no other students in this dressing room other than Shaka. The white sports uniform he immediately wore, then closed his locker. The young man also replaced the shoes with sports shoes while sitting on an iron bench.

At first it was normal until then Shaka turned around because he felt someone watching him behind. He looked quickly, but there was no one behind.

“Who's there?” shaka asked intentionally. He straightened his body while shaking his waist. Looking around the quiet dressing room. Only the sound of the clock was heard.

“Do not hide, I know you are still watching me,” Shaka continues his sentence. His high sensitivity makes him very sure that someone is watching him.

Not long ago we heard the approaching footsteps. It came from behind and Shaka immediately turned around. Sure enough, a European-faced man approached him.

“Great also lo, know I watch,” said the man who is none other than Dion. Shaka was quite stunned because it turned out that this man he was looking for was watching him. He walked leisurely towards Shaka who looked at him in full search.

“Wah, I guess who? Do you have a schedule for sports too?” shaka asked in pleasantries, being as courteous as possible.

The man did not answer, only chipped and stared cynically at Shaka. He was leaning against one of the jovial poles of the change.

“Since when did you get into this school?” dion's voice was heard again. Highlight his sharp eyes, implying many questions.

“Almost three weeks.” Shaka replied casually. He watched Dion's figure in its entirety from top to bottom. Like father like son, Dion has a fancy dress hobby. His shoes were also expensive shoes, what was the production of his own father's factory?

“Gue heard last night when the kids made a party,” Dion still spoke casually, although clearly showing his dislike.

“Hem, if you come early, I will also ngundang lo. I welcome you with open arms if you want to come.” Shaka was as friendly as possible to this man. Looks like Dion's figure needs him to get to know more closely.

“Basi!” snort the man. “Lo can not blend as you like in this school. There are rules that apply and many prohibitions that you can not langar. If I had come, it could have been a failed party."

"Gue can tell the principal that you are eating children, making them leave the house without parental supervision. Do you know it's banned?” Dion said confidently.

“Waahh, apparently I'm very lucky. Indeed you should be late to come, hahahaha.” Shaka said casually.

“What do you mean?” Dion immediately reacted. He approached Shaka and grabbed the man's sports jersey.

Shaka sees that Dion is a very easy person to lure. He seems to be the master of this school. That was why all of the students seemed to be afraid of this male figure.

“Rilex, I'm just kidding. Berchyandhaaaa,..” Shaka even tagged Dion.

“Bans lo!” releasing his grip in disdain with Shaka's joke, while the 'Russy guy' was just a small smile.

“Gue doesn't mean anything, I just want to blend in with the kids at this school. Two weeks at this school I was scrosing because of a mistake I didn't understand myself. It was my attempt to adapt."

"Can you help me adjust to this school? So that I don't get punished anymore,” Shaka tried to persuade. He had already decided that he should get close to Dion. Putting his enemy at the closest distance so he could keep an eye on him.

“Gak, you are my enemy.” Dion straight up.

“Enemy? Have I ever tried lo?” Shaka immediately reacted.

“Yes. Lo sat down Deket Aya,” Dion turned out to be a straightforward person.

“She's a lo girl?” Shaka added to the question. Dion did not reply, only smiling cynically. “What's interesting about that girl? Cold, stiff, even mute. I see you're cool, you can get a more attractive girl than him.” Shaka rubbed Dion's shoulder boldly.

The man glanced at Shaka's hand which was on his shoulder.

“Oh sorry, I'm just amazed by your shoulder, eemmmhh keker!!” praise Shaka while patting Dion on the shoulder.

“Mauhin Aya. That's what you have to do if you want to be safe in this school.” Dion posed a threat. Shaka's hand on his shoulder. Now Shaka knows that Dion's goal is to warn him.

“Ck! I want that too. But how dong, I'm one group keeps the same him. Teacher also forbid me to move groups, even though I am very lazy.” Shaka reasoned otherwise.

Dion did not reply, it seemed that for this he could not force. “Lo can help me? Keep me away from the girl,” Shaka more urgent.

“That's your business! Clearly, don't seek the same attention of Aya. He's got me,” just that Dion's told me.

“Okey, I'm catet. I go to the field first, I don't want to be punished. Thank you for taking my nyamperin and giving me sage advice.” Shaka gave a brief salute to Dion while the man just looked at her cynically.

Is it possible that the story of his friends saying Shaka approached Gayatri was a lie? That thought came to Dion's mind.

On the basketball court the students were gathered. The bright morning sun is indeed very blinding, the scorching light increasingly burns the spirit of the students to exercise. Sweat in the body under the sun.

“Pak it's Shaka, same group of me yes Sir,” said David.

“How many people is your group?” ask the teacher.

“Four pack, less one person.” David reasoned.

“Ya, can,” said the teacher.

David happily waved his hand at the shaka. Gayatri who was practicing passing with David also turned her head. Sure enough, the man was walking towards her. They belong to the same group.

“Over time very bro, use sunscreen first huh?” ledek David when Shaka comes. He throws his soccer ball at Shaka and Shaka immediately catches it.

“Yaa, I bought a drink first.” Shaka pointed at the two drinking bottles he had placed on the edge of the field.

“The only thing for me isn't?” David said expectantly. His eyes glittered at the freshness of the cold mineral water.

“According to lo?” Shaka smiled slightly, not at David, but at the sweet girl who was already sweating. Look, he tied his ponytail. His face so thin with his neck that level and filled with sweat, looks glittering, delicious in the eyes. The girl glanced back, continued dribbling the ball and then ran towards the basket a meter away from her place.

“Hah, yes come, we play!” David finally gave up.

"Who's afraid!" shaka Exclamation. They immediately ran after Gayatri.

The girl throws the ball into the basket, Shaka waits below and as the ball falls, Shaka immediately grabs it. Mendrible the ball surrounded Gayatri who was bowing his body, alert to reclaim the ball. They looked at each other, fighting for the chance to have the ball.

"No intention of taking this ball from me?" shaka asked, challenging Gayatri.

There was no timpalan, Gayatri instead moved quickly to seize the ball. Moving her legs, memorizing Shaka but Shaka turns the ball behind her body, making Gayatri forced to hug the man.

"Aggressive really neng," led Shaka who smiled thinly, while staring at the pair of beautiful eyes.

"Right now you're my opponent," Gayatri's hoarse voice was heard greeting Shaka's ears. Nudging the man's right arm, Shaka raised the ball high above his head.

"Shaka, pass me!" david exclaimed, waiting for the ball to pass to him.

Shaka was about to pass it, but Gayatri jumped up high and her fingertips managed to touch the ball. Holding the ball with both hands, then running away from Shaka while dribbling the ball.

"Akh shit!" grunts David. While Shaka was just smiling, this girl's game was indeed amazing. Gayatri continued to bring the ball closer to the basket, then jumped up high to put the ball into the basket.

"Yahoo!!" rosi exclaimed when it turned out that the ball was successfully held by Gayatri in the basket.

"Akh, shit!" David complains of being upset while Shaka only chuckles at the girl's success.

The ball Gayatri took back and passed it towards Shaka. After that, he decided to pull over to get a drink.

"Yes, you're so cool bangeett!" praise Rosi as she approaches Gayatri. The girl did not chim in, she chose to sit on the bench on the edge of the basketball court. Take her little towel and rub it on her face and neck. After that sip a drink in his black bottle.

"Two guys you losein, great!!" Rosi also gave her thumbs up and sat down beside Gayatri. Look at the girl who was drinking. "Other times teach me yes" he asked.

Gayatri just smiled faintly. Samar but visible.

"Okay, Aya!!!" Rosi exclaimed happily. Just as happy with Shaka continuing his game with David. Fight each other's balls and throw them in the basket. Occasionally the man turned to look at Gayatri who was looking at him. However, the girl gave him some spirit.

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