The Life Of Aaron Prescott

[33] White Waves

The Life of Aaron Prescott
Journal Entry Thirty-Three; August 9th

If you never heal from what hurt you, then you'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.

-Karen Salmansohn

Jordan drives down the court with the ball, not even aware of his defender before he goes in for a layup, the ball going clean through the net. Jordan's defender swipes at his hands and for the first time during this whole game the ref calls a foul.

Mason and Rose cheer from my left side, Ryan yelling Jordan's name repeatedly over all the noise. Lindsey laughs at Ryan, her hands hooked around my arm as the side of her face leans on my shoulder. Placing a hand on top of Lindsey's, letting out a laugh as well as I give Jordan -who has just gotten to the foul line- a quick cheer of support.

I feel Lindsey's face next to my ear, her breath fanning against my neck. "I have not a clue how this sport works."

Slightly turning my head towards Lindsey's I feel a smile graze my lips. "I don't really either, querida, but I do understand that the refs need glasses more than Ryan does after waking up."

"Hey!" Ryan whisper-shouts. "I heard that you bitch."

Me and Lindsey try to hold in our laughs as Jordan goes for his second shot, he must have made the first one since an extra point-well now two points has been added onto the board. One thing I've noticed after watching Jordan play basketball for four years was that he had great shooting form since he made his shoots almost every time.

The period shortly came to an end with Los Angels winning, 50-46. Lindsey's hands are still on my arm, Mason and Rose are laughing while I hear Ryan subtly flirt with someone a couple rows back from us.

I stand with everyone else, Lindsey's hand slipping down from my arm to my hand before lacing her fingers through mine. Jordan gathers his stuff from our gym stage quickly before rushing over towards us.

"Nice win," Mason smiles towards Jordan, ruffling Jordan's sweaty, blonde curls. Jordan pushes Mason's hand away, acting embarrassed but we all see the small smile dance on his lips.

"Thanks for coming guys," Jordan smiles, tugging the duffle bag on his shoulder. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I have a date with Graham so Mason, Rose hurry up."

Mason rolls his eyes, but takes Rose's hand and bids us goodbye as the three walk towards his car. Ryan takes out his Mercedes keys from his pocket before twisting them around his fingers. "I'll see you all tomorrow at school then."

I wrap an arm over Lindsey's shoulder. "See you later, Ry."

Ryan smiles with a nod, sending Lindsey a quick nod before he walks to his car and begins to drive away. Lindsey turns, starting to walk towards her car before I stop her. "Wait." Lindsey stops, looking back. "Can I drive?" I ask.

Lindsey raises an eyebrow, but hands me the keys anyway. I grab her hand again as we start walking towards the civic. I wrap around the car, quick to open Lindsey's door for her as well as close it before I reach my own side and hop in, starting up Lindsey's car.

"May I ask why you are driving?" Lindsey suddenly asks, looking at me confused.

I smile, a bit sheepishly. "I want to take you out, like on a real date. We've been dating for a couple weeks now and I wanted to show you something so why not incorporate the two?"

Lindsey laughs, nodding a little. "Okay. Let's go on a proper date, serial killer." Lindsey leans back in her seat just as I pull out. "Dear God, I feel like I'm in some romance novel with you."