[h3]"[color=8882be]It didn't matter then, doesn't now.[/color]"[/h3]

Dribble once. Dribble twice. Breathe. Focus.

The synthetic leather ball spun very slightly in his hands as he held it. Deus' eyes were glued to the back of the rim. His dad used to tell him all the time about stories that circulated about Kobe Bryant. About what made him great. Kobe made 400 shots in under an hour. Though, Deus wouldn't spend a whole 45 minutes out here. He couldn't afford to get sick. In this pocket of time that he had, Amadeus managed to get up 34 shots from the free throw line. He made 28 of them. The he had made nine straight in a row currently.

It was weird. He came out here to sulk a little, if he was honest with himself. Yet somehow, it actually did manage to clear his head to some extent. Why was he getting all worked up about this now? She was never his to begin with. In fact, to keep it 100, it was actually terrifying how she could inadvertantly control his thoughts at any given moment. 'That isn't healthy', his aunt would tell him about his habits. Maybe, just this once, did he actually believe those words. 

There was no way in hell he was gonna let his friendship with Rob or any of the others be tarnished by some weakass shit like this. They'd been through too much. They overlooked his secret and still accepted him befor this happened...So, no matter what his heart was bashing him to think, he wasn't going to let it control him. They needed support through whatever they were going to do or whatever was gonna happen.

With that in mind...-- his phone vibrated in his pocket. He had turned off all the other notifications from his other social medias, so the only one that was going off, was from the group chat of the 'Sinners'. Deus exhaled, and in a fluid motion, raised the ball above his head, took his final free throw. As a satisfying swish cracked against his ears, he pulled out his mobile device. 

Apparently the homecoming king and queen were gonna be announced soon. It'd be some hilarious shit if the quarterback got picked after the team's poopoo platter performance. Dude was responsible for their first homecoming loss in a decade. Deus had to be there for such an event. The thought made him chuckle. Retrieving the ball, he looked back up to the rim, and shook his head some with a smile.

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Back inside, walking back down the halls, Deus noticed the art room. A thought of checking on Allie passed through his mind, but he had a better idea. He'd scare the hell outta her real quick. How would he do that? As he got closer to the door, his fingers rapped on it fast and hard. If done correctly, it'd shock her outta her art world that she got sucked into. Though, Amadeus simply kept walking. It wasn't a true prank worth seeing through. Just a little lighthearted jest.

Moving on though, Amadeus put the ball away, to much no one's surprise as to where he went. He caught sight of Bernie and the beard dancing. A small smile recurred as he passed them by as well, lightly jabbing Isaac's shoulder. Ol boy better do his Bernie right. Giving the couple their space though, he only managed to grab more pizza before randomly taking a seat in an open chair.

What happened then didn't matter now. What did, was what happened now, and how they moved forward with it. Deus still had a lot to figure out but for tonight, he'd have fun.