Van swiped the ball away from Brendan and brought it back to middle court. They were playing only a half court so another team could have the other end, so when he reset the ball at half-court, he turned to grin at Brendan, dribbling casually, though not as effortlessly as Brendan had done. He had to be careful not to bounce the ball off his own foot.
"You were saying?" He smirked and drove in, hoping his speed would be enough to get past Brendan and into shooting range. When he neared Brendan, he turned to keep his back to the taller boy and the ball safely in front of him, dribbling now closer to the ground so that Brendan would have to lean far down to take it away from him as he passed.