Fleeing From Destiny

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me,
For they were after me.
I glanced back
To have a look at my pursuers.
Yes there they were,
Some of the hottest girls in town,
Wild for me,
It was hard to believe,
But yes they were after me.
The more I thought about it,
The more I realized that the situation wasn't as confusing as it
seemed.
Maybe they had fallen for my devilish good looks?
Maybe it was my character that appealed them most?
Or was it my writing skills?
My good humor and ability to make even the trees laugh,
Might have played a part in this as well.
Might be that my sporting abilities were the cause of this bizarre turn
of events,
But then I remembered cricket didn't get along too well in
Arabia.
It had to be ingenuity, intelligence, or roguish charm,
Or maybe it was just the fact that I'd swiped their basketball,
And was running with it down the street?