Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 9

I'm officially done with tea. 

Why the fuck does it taste so fairy liquidy today. This never happens, and I'm starting to get increasingly annoyed at everything.

First off, that stupid little kid is screaming his head off in a push chair that's clearly too small for him and my head is pounding because of it. Second of all, I have majorly bad cramps and needed to get out of the house, so I came out to the Cafe for a walk and decided to soothe my insides with hot tea. 

That hasn't worked because they clearly put something nasty in here to make it so goddamn sour. Or, Maybe it's just my taste buds. 

I groan out and and string of curse words leave my mouth as another round of pain hits my lower abdomen. I curl up in the seat, wrapping my arms around my stomach hoping for any pain relief. 

I never like to take painkillers while I'm on my period and have cramps, because they're never this bad, but I guess today is an extra bad day. 

"Are you okay there, princess?"

I look up and groan inwardly. "Fuck me". I mumble closing my eyes snd scrunching my face up as the pain only seems to be getting worse. 

"What now?" I glare upwards at Jonas, trying to send a message through my eyes to him that he should get lost because I want to suffer in silence. I cannot be doing with cocky behaviour at the moment. 

"Woah, chill out. You just look like you're in pain. Are you alright?" 

"I'm fine, and yes I am in pain so it would be nice to suffer in peace." I reply, tightening my grip around myself, attempting to put pressure on my stomach. I decide it's probably just best to stretch and walk around. Maybe it will ease the pain. 

I start to get up and nearly fall over myself as my vision becomes blurry. 

Out of instinct, I reach my hand out and grip onto anything that I can get my hands on. 

At the moment, that thing is Jonas' bicep. God it feels nice. 

I sway on my feet a bit, my vision getting worse, but before I can fall, he grabs me around the waist and hoists me up so I can steady myself. The action sends my skin into hyper active heat mode, if that's even a thing, and as I realise our proximity, me pushed up against his chest and him with his arm around my waist, I pull away, uncomfortable with how I should not be that close to him. Let alone any boy. There's no excuse. I should have just stayed sitting down. Man I'm going to hell for this.

Oh shit. 

My butt hurts now. 

I land on the floor and wince in double pain as I fall on my back. Maybe pushing him away was the wrong thing to do since I was already so unstable on my feet. Damn why is the pain so bad this month. 

I open my eyes and see Jonas beside me, crouched on the floor waving his hand in front of my face.

"You shouldn't have let go."

"Can you move. I need to get up." I say, starting to get up from my lying down position on the floor. He quickly grabs my arm but I slap his hand away, all too aware of the nerves from where he just touched me. See, this is why we don't touch, boys and girls. 

Not like I'm doing it deliberately though, I'm in a vulnerable situation.

 Actually, thinking about it, that makes it even worse.

"Just let me help you up, Eliza. You're clearly not well." He says with creased eyebrows, probably confused as to why I won't let him help me.

"I'm fine getting up on my own, okay? I don't need your help." I grab onto the table next to me and lift myself up, regaining my balance after stumbling for a bit.

Jonas has his hands out in front of his body facing me. Probably in case I fall over again, ready to catch me.  

I just need to get out of here before this becomes even more haram.

I blink my eyes a few times and look around, slowly making my way towards the door. 

"Hey, where are you going. You're going to fall again if you're not careful." 

Who is this dude again?

"I'm going home." I reply bluntly. I really am not in the mood for this and my patience is running on negative numbers now.

I open the door and walk out, feeling the cool air hit my face. I breathe in and sigh out, feeling relief at the cool breeze. 

I turn to walk in the direction of my house, but before I can even take five steps, I hear footsteps behind me. 

For fuck's sake. Now I have a stalker.  

I turn around and see Jonas walk up to me waiting next to me with a blank face on.

"What the fuck dude. Why are you following me now?" I grit out. 

"You're not walking home alone in your state."

"What do you mean 'my state'. I'm a grown woman and perfectly able to walk on my own without an escort." I reply, just as another wave of pain hits me. I whimper and wrap my arms around myself again, turning to walk. 

"See, you're not okay. What if you fall over again? I'm not just going to let you walk home alone in pain. Got it, princess?"

"Fuck off and stop fucking calling me that. My patience is running this low." I pinch my thumb and forefinger together to show him how pissed off I'm getting and he just narrows his perfect eyebrows at me. 

I lean my hand against the wall as a wave of dizziness overpowers me and I close my eyes, moving my forehead against the wall so I can feel the cold brick. This is bad. I really need to take tablets when I get back. 

I hear the shuffle of feet behind me, but ignore the presence, pushing past him to try and speed walk across the road. 

No,no,no,no please n-

The last think I see is black.