The basketball diaries - Leonardo DiCaprio fanfic

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"Come on Jim, come on." I mumble.

I have my hands clasped in front of my face as I watch the ongoing game at the court of St. Vitus. I'm standing at the far back of the filled grandstand, making sure no one will see me here. People would directly start questioning why I'm here; and for who. 

Jim catches the ball and runs with it over the court but gets blocked by two guys from the opposite team. For a millisecond I can spot the doubt in his eyes; the same doubt I see when he kisses me sometimes.

BAM! As Jim tries to swipe past the guys one of them moves their foot in front of him, making Jim trip and slam into the hard floor. The audience goes "ooo" and Jim goes "ahh"; he's obviously in pain because his wrist took a pretty big hit.

Instead of calling the ambulance and grieve over poor Jim (like I would prefer happen), the match just continues. Jim is up on his feet and after cussing at everyone he soon has the ball and makes an easy score.

"Yes, Jim!" I yell.

The people in front of me turns around and gives me a weird stare; as if they're asking "who the fuck is this girl?"

As the game finishes with Jim's team winning I watch everyone else run down and celebrate with the team. I can not go down there. Jim looks busy and I just don't dare to walk into that energetic crowd.

I sit down on the bench again and look down at the bag of cocaine that my fingers are fumbling with. I hadn't even noticed that I'd picked it out of my pocket. Without pondering much about it I open the bag, dip a finger into the powder, open my mouth discreetly and then rub the cocaine into my gums. Easy high.

A loud whistle wakes me up from my thoughts. When I look out at the court I see Jim looking at me. He whistles again and nods for me to follow him. I wait until he's disappeared into the dressing room before I sneak after him, making sure no one can see me.

As I go into the dressing room the first thing I see is Jim. He's leaning against a locker, looking at me intensely as I quietly approach him.

"You played so good." 

He gives me a crooked smile and lifts his hand to brush my cheek. I lean into his palm and close my eyes. Suddenly his salty lips are on mine and I let out a soft moan as he pulls me into his sweaty embrace. 

"Did you hurt your wrist?" I groan against his tongue.

"No- it's fine."

I brush my fingers through his fluffy, blonde hair and pull at it as his hands clasp my butt and pushes me harder into him.

"Not here?" I state, breaking the kiss.

He leans his forehead against mine. I can feel his warm breath as he speaks. "We could..."

"How?" I whisper.

"Against the lockers..."

My stomach clenches and the thought of having my legs around his waist- him holding me against a locker while pleasuring the both of us...

"I think I have to go home. So I can get ready for the party tonight." I stutter and flee from his body.

He looks after me with raised brows. "Okay? I'll see you there, then."

In a matter of seconds I've left the dressing room and am soon out of the school. What just happened? Why did I panic like that? It's just- we've only slept two times, I'm still inexperienced and I'm not as safe in that dressing room as in Jim's own, comfortable bed. We're not even together but he already wants to ram me against a wall?!

As I get home I quickly get into a fight with dad about me "not being grateful". I do not know where the subject came from but he's turning flames on me for no reason. Even though I keep quiet the whole time and don't argue back he still slaps me around before finally letting me go. 

Great. Now I have to cover up bruises too! Luckily the whole makeup procedure goes quite quickly; I only apply some concealer and mascara. After that I put on my prettiest dress which is a purple dress that is tight around the chest and waist, but the skirt is loose and flows nicely around my thighs.

Aaliyah and I meet up on the A-train because the party is apparently in a luxurious pent house by Times Square. The high from forenoon still has its affect on me but yet I feel nervous as we walk into the apartment.

"Wow." is all I can say as I see the mass of people, lights, alcohol and drugs.

Aaliyah and I part and I don't wait a second to jump on the different beverages. 

Soon I'm in a dream-like-state with nothing but laughs leaving my lips. I wonder where Jim is? 

"Hey... I recognize you!" I smile at a guy who's literally the tallest guy I've ever seen! His dark skin is shining in the red headlights and I can't help but want to touch his mustache. 

"You do?" he chuckles, his eyes beaming with friendliness. 

"Yes!"

He reaches his hand out for me and I nervously shake it. "Wilt Chamberlain." he introduces himself.

My mouth drops open. You've got to be kidding me?! What is he even doing here?!

"Wait here! You must wait here! My friend plays ball and he probably loves you!" I yell out and then run through the apartment, searching for Jim. 

"Jim! Jim!" I keep shouting, but he's nowhere to be found; not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the humungous hallway... 

The only places left are the bedrooms... But he has no reason to be in one of them?

"Jim!" I keep calling. The excited smile is still plastered on my face. He's going to be so happy when he figures out what I have to tell him! 

"Jim! Ji-"

My mouth drops open as I open the door to a bedroom. On the large bed is a couple laying; obviously doing the dirty deed because their bodies are rocking against each other.

I can't believe it.

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