"Nothing is ever simple, is it?" Lily said, just before being interrupted by the shouting and yelling of potential players making their way up the steps from the locker room to the gymnasium.
"Holy shit," a redheaded transfer student shouted as he entered the gym. "Naked fuckin' cheerleaders. I love this school."
"They're not cheerleaders numb-nuts," Billy retorted to the boy. "I'm not sure why Jessica is here, but Summer and Lily are trying out for the team."
"Can they even do that?" Eddie, the red haired boy, protested. "Can girls play on a boys' team?"
"They can if the district doesn't have a girls' team, and we don't," Josh answered.
"Well, I guess it doesn't truly matter," Eddie surmised. "Girls suck at sports, so they won't make the team anyway. But shouldn't they at least be required to wear something? Them being nude is gonna be kinda distracting."
"If you're distracted now wait until Lily's beautiful jugs start to bounce around when she runs," Billy declared. "And I wouldn't write the girls off so fast if I were you. Lily's five nine and a great center. She was a starter last year as a seventh grader, and Summer has one hell of a three point shot."
"And Summer is fast and an excellent dribbler to boot," Josh added. "She'd be a great point guard."
"Well, if you guys are so worried about being bested by a couple of girls, you definitely won't be offering me any challenge," Eddie declared smugly. "Assuming this coach isn't biased like the guy at my old school, I should be a shoe-in."
"In what way was he..." But Josh's question was drowned out by the sound of Mr. Means blowing his whistle for attention.
"Everybody trying out for the team, form two lines in front of me so that I can take attendance and get a good look at your face," Mr. Means instructed. "Jessica, will you please give me a hand. Jessica has volunteered to be our team equipment manager for this year. Treat her nicely."
"As I read your name please step out of line so that I can get a look at you and so that Jessica can pin your number on the back of your shirt," Mr. Means instructed. "Don't try to attach any significance to your number because there is none. Samuel Wilson, number one."
Jessica ran over to the boy who had stepped out of line and nervously attached a cloth with the number one to the back of his shirt. When she decided to come to practice nude, she hadn't realized that she'd be making physical contact with all the boys, possibly rubbing a tit against them as she attached the numbers to their shirts. Everything went fine until number sixteen, and Summer Spring stepped out of line.
Mr. Means laughed. "I think you can skip the number in Summer's case," he said. "We only have two girls trying out for the team and their nudity sorta makes them stand out in a crowd. Plus since Lily played for me last year there isn't much chance of me mixing them up."
It took a few minutes, but soon Jessica was attaching number thirty-six to Dean Winchester. "I'm very pleased that everyone who signed up is here today," Mr. Means said. "I genuinely hate to cut a player without even seeing what that player has to offer. Truthfully, I hate to cut anyone, but we are only allowed to carry twelve players on our roster. That means that only one out of every three of you will make the team. Tryouts will last three days. No one will be cut today, but twelve of you will be cut on Tuesday and another twelve on Wednesday. Team practice will begin on Thursday."
"Trying out for a team is a very nervous experience, but I encourage you to park those nerves at the front door," Mr. Means stated. "If you haven't played for me before, in most cases I have no idea of your abilities, and unfortunately I can't accept an affidavit from your mother saying that you play great in the driveway. I can only judge your abilities by what you show me. So show me what you have to offer the team. First, I'd like to see your dribbling skills. Please form four lines of nine behind the basket."
As the players formed four lines, Mr. Means pulled Jessica aside. "Jessica, do you just want to be a team equipment manager or would you like to actually help me manage this team?"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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