In L.A. to play the Clippers...
Zach's P.O.V
Tomorrow we play the Clippers.
God!
Another stressful game.
I walked into my hotel room holding my take out box. There was only a half eaten burger and a few fries.
Not a big deal.
I'll finish it later.
(Short but I gotta get to the good shit lmao.)
Myra's P.O.V
Now is my chance. He's getting in the elevator alone.
I walk into the elevator, pressing the 3rd floor button.
"Hello"I say
He looks down at me.
"Um...hi"he says
"Why are you ignoring me? I'm your teammate"I say
He gives me an awkward look.
"Because you're being...weird"he says
"I am not weird!"I say
He jumped a bit.
"I'm sorry"I say, walking closer to him
"Um, i-it's okay"he says
I bite my bottom lip.
"Why are you so close?"he says, moving further into the corner of the elevator
I shrug.
"I don't know...this space is so small"I say
He didn't say anything after that.
Quick...think of something else.
Then the elevator stopped.
"Are you fucking serious?"he mumbled
Thank God.
"That's too bad, looks like we're stuck in here together"I say, lowly
He looks at me weird.
"What are you-"I cut him off by pinning him up against the wall
I grabbed the hem of his shorts, attempting to pull them off. He grabbed my wrist and switched spots with me.
"What is wrong with you?!"he says
I smile and try to grab his shorts again. He pinned me up against the wall even harder.
Ouch.
"Stop"he says
"Come on Zach, kiss me...make love to me"I say, giggling
"No!"he says
"I love it when you talk to me that way"I say, biting my bottom lip
I yanked my wrist from his strong grip. I was about to grab him again but he grabbed my bicep, forcing me away from him.
"That's not a nice thing to do"I say
"I have a girlfriend, what the hell is wrong with you?!"he says
"She doesn't want you. She can't make you happy. But I sure can"I say
I laughed and bit my lip again. He glared at me, shaking his head.
The elevator started moving again. It then opened at my floor.
"Think about what I said"I say, walking out of the elevator
