"Woo Hoo! Go Trowa!" the crowd screamed.
The tall green-eyed boy faked a left and ran right, leaping into the air, releasing the ball in his hands. The crowd broke out into an even greater cheer as the ball circled the rim of the hoop before deciding to fall into the basket.
"And another two points for the incredible Trowa Barton!" the announcer Duo Maxwell cheered.
"Basketball just isn't the same without Trowa Barton flying past the opponents." The other announcer, John Mitchell, added. "The score is now 89 to 91 in favor of the Bears with a mere ten seconds left on the clock in this final quarter. The Falcons call a time-out."
"The Falcons need to make a drastic play. They can either shoot for a two to tie it up or try to make a three to win it all. What will Coach Richards do?"
"What do you think, Duo? He'll send in Trowa Barton, of course. This boy has major potential and I think we'll being seeing him in the NBA."
"I think you may be right. And time-out's over, Bears have control of the ball. I don't think the Falcons will get a chance to play this time, John. This might be the end for our team."
"Oh my God! Duo, did you see that? I didn't even see the guy approach!"
"Man, oh man! Number 23, Trowa Barton, just came up to number 47, and stole the ball! The Falcons are literally FLYING down the court."
"He shoots!" John paused. "Awww! He misses! 5 seconds left! Trowa catches his own rebound and takes a step back."
"He looks around and tosses the ball to number 14, Heero Yuy who's standing at the three point line. Heero shoots," Duo paused. "YEAH!! SCORE!! THREE FUCKING POINTS!! HEERO MADE THE WINNING SHOT!! THAT'S MY BABY!!" Duo threw off his headphones and rushed over to give his boyfriend a kiss.
John jumped up and down at the announcers' table with excitement. "FALCONS WIN! FALCONS WIN! FALCONS ARE GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS!! YEAH! Falcons win 92 to 91 with an outstanding play by Captain Trowa Barton and teammate Heero Yuy. This is John Mitchell, who was formally accompanied by Duo Maxwell before glomping his man, signing off." John shut off his microphone and left his headphones before joining the crowd in victory.
Trowa nodded in triumph as people known and unknown congratulated him and patted him on the back. Being an unsociable person, Trowa made his way through the crowd and into the locker rooms.
Moments later, Trowa was joined by his teammates who all greeted their captain with a huge grin.
"Great job, ladies." Coach Richards said with a clap of his hands. "Excellent call Barton. Excellent shot, Yuy. As you know, we have the playoffs Tuesday with Valley Christian. Practice will be tomorrow at eleven to two. Got it? Now hit the showers before you stink up my lockers." Coach clapped again before heading for his office.
"We're gonna get the trophy this year, aren't we guys?" number 12, Freddie Bascom yelled, standing on one of the benches.
"Yeah!" the rest shouted in response.
"And our man, here," he said, arms spread in Trowa's direction. "Trowa 'The Panther' Barton is gonna lead us to victory!"
"Yeah!" The rest agreed, before chanting Trowa's name in unison.
Trowa rolled his eyes before heading off to his locker.
* * *
"Freddie!" Tina Davenport squealed before glomping her boyfriend.
"Hey babe!" Freddie smiled placing an arm around the girl.
"You guys were great! Are you all going to Jenna Collins's house? She's throwing a celebratory party for the hell of it."
"I'm there." Freddie turned to Heero and Trowa. "You guys going?"
"Hn. I have to go or Duo will nag me about it." Heero snorted.
"I heard that, Heero!" Duo yelled, running towards his boyfriend and planting a big sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Man, Duo. Why'd you have to get kicked off for?" Freddie said running a hand through his hair.
"Cause I was too good, right Tro?" Duo winked, elbowing the taller boy in the ribs.
Trowa shook his head. "Hm."
"You going to the party Trowa?" Tina asked.
"Nah, I don't think so. It'll ruin my rep about being antisocial." Sarcastically he added, "And you know I worked hard for that."
"Come on, Trowa. One party won't hurt. And you know how Jenna feels about you." Freddie winked.
"All a better reason to not go. That girl is annoying as hell."
"But her twin brother's a hottie!" Tina smiled.
"Babe?!" Freddie pouted receiving a kiss in return.
"She's right. Jamie Collins is hit!" Duo nodded.
"Duo! Baka!" Heero growled pulling on Duo's braid.
"Ow! You know I'm just kidding, Heero. You're the only one for me." Duo kissed Heero's cheek.
Trowa rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'll catch you guys later. Bye." He turned to go to where his car was parked.
"This isn't proper conduct of the class president, Trowa Barton!" Duo barked.
Trowa just tossed the group a wave over his shoulder. The French boy tossed his varsity letterman jacket and his gym bag into the backseat of his black 1967 Mustang convertible.
Trowa sighed. 'I must be blessed…I'm the boy who has everything and yet has no one.'
Trowa Barton is the son of the multi-billionaire man, Nathaniel Barton. His mother, Guinevere Bloom moved away after her and Nathan's divorce, taking her daughter, Catherine Bloom, with her. It wasn't that she and Nathan hated each other. In fact, they loved each other greatly but never found time to spend with one another since Nathan was a successful businessman and Gwen was a famous surgeon. He and his sister were like your average siblings, even with the distance that separated them. Catherine Bloom was a full eight years older than her sibling and was learning to become a businesswoman to take over her father's company as planned.
When Trowa arrived at his home, he went directly to his room, knowing that no one was there to greet or to greet him.
It was because Trowa's family was so successful that he was who he was.With no one around Trowa was able to play many sports to kill time. Soon, Trowa was the most athletic person at school, participating in every sport that was available to him. As a sports-star, he ended up becoming one of the most popular boys at St. Francis, Duo being the first because of his ability to get along with everyone. His popularity got him the role of class president where he fulfilled all his duties with flying colors. This assured the idea that if anyone didn't know him, they did now. And because people noticed him, he was given the title of one of the most gorgeous boys in the academy with his emerald green eyes, chestnut brown hair that covered half of his face, tall and lean figure that, when exposed, revealed zero fat and all muscle. But everyone knows that looks, social status and athleticism aren't everything. But to top everything off, Trowa had the brains to match. He had the fourth highest GPA in his class, his strongest classes being art and English. Even with all this success, Trowa could never find himself happy. He would gladly give this all up to find someone to love and to have that love returned. His parents, being as busy as they were, never offered the love Trowa so desperately needed. As a result, Trowa sealed his emotions deep within his heart. He hardly spoke in casual conversation wand very rarely expressed himself. Whether it be joy, despair, anger, or loneliness, Trowa kept his face emotionless while storing all he felt in a place unknown.
Trowa buried his face in his pillow. "The blessed boy indeed…"
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters but I do own Freddie and Tina and John and Coach and Jenna and Jamie. Rah!
This story is probably a combination of all the stories I have running through my silly little brain. You'll see a bit of For Life in here as well as Itine. I seem to have a thing for high school stories. Oh well. Please review!