Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 10

Jonas

She would not like this situation at all.

As soon as she moved away from the wall, I knew she would fall. What I didn't know however, was that she'd faint.

Before she landed on the hard concrete of the pavement, I ran up to her and caught her. When I noticed she hadn't said anything, or moved, I turned her body around to face me and her head rolled back.

The only think I knew to do was carry her home. I didn't know why she wouldn't let me help her back in the Cafe, but I couldn't just do nothing while she was knocked out, unconscious in the middle of the street.

I put my arm underneath her back and scooped up her legs, holding her bridal style.

I turned in the direction of her house, and couldn't stop myself from staring down at her as I walked. As soon as I had seen her that first day on the basketball courts with Lily, I couldn't stop staring. It took everything in me to turn away and even then, all I could think about was her.

She still is all I can think about.

She wasn't a girl I would usually go for, but there was something different about her that I couldn't put a finger on.

Despite the fact that she wore a headscarf and was clearly Muslim, I had no idea.

Her cheeks were flushed, likely from the pain she was in, and I still had no idea what was wrong with her. I intended to find out one way or another. She was stubborn, that much I know.

Her lips looked so soft and were slightly parted. One part of her headscarf that was hanging at the front of her chest was starting to fall down, so I stopped in my tracks and pulled it back over the top of her, not before catching a glimpse of her neck.

It looked so soft.

What the fuck was getting into me.

Her eyes had started to open and she grimaced, pain washing over her features. "It hurts." She mumbles before grabbing on to the material of the hoodie I was wearing and scrunching it up in her fist. I paused, my heart racing, but happy to be the one to comfort her. "I'm here, don't worry. You're nearly home." I say, reassuring her.

Turning around one last corner and up to her house,  I slowly lean down to the letterbox and try to open and close it as much and as carefully as I could so I didn't drop her. I stand waiting for someone to open the door.

A minute later, the same lady who shouted at me a few days ago, comes to the door and her eyes widen as soon as she saw who I'm holding.

"What the hell happened, boy. I swear if you did anything to hurt her I will personally hire a hitman to kill you off."

I quickly shook my head with wide eyes and replied. " I saw her in the Cafe and she looked like she was in a lot of pain. I tried to help her but she wouldn't let me touch her. She fainted outside as she was trying to walk home but I caught her before she fell and bought her home." I explained.

Her mother, I'm presuming smiled at her daughters face, pride washing over her as she nodded her head and guided me inside the house. I followed her upstairs and down a hallway to a plain white door which I'm presuming is Eliza's bedroom.

She hurried to open the door and remove the blanket on the bed in the far left corner of the room before I slowly lay her down on the bed. The movement caused her eyes to slowly open again before she turned over and snuggled deeper into the covers.

All I could imagine right then and there was me being the one she cuddled.

I pulled myself back up and my eyes drifted to survey the room. There was a keyboard next to the entrance on the right and bookshelves lined nearly all of the walls in her room. There was a wooden bedside table which had a burned out candle on it and a book which I didn't recognise. The empty spots on her wall were covered in Lana Del Rey posters and a mixture of other artists that I had heard of, but not listened to.