Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 12

I flop down onto my bed, exhaustion creeping up through my body. 

We had stayed standing in Waterstones for over an hour and my feet were numb from standing up for so long. Still, I managed to buy a few books I had wanted, and Lily had used her voucher successfully. 

Luke couldn't pick us up from town, so we had to catch a stinky bus back to my house, and now Lily and I have our faces buried in my blanket with half our bodies off of the bed.

She mumbles something incoherent and I drag my face from the white blanket to turn my head in her direction. "What did you say?" I groan out, lifting my hand to swipe her hair off of my face from her whipping her head around so fast. I don't know how she doesn't get a a whiplash from doing that all the time, but she's built different, so I don't question her. 

"I'm so tired." She says, starting to slowly sit up as I keep the side of my face mushed against the mattress. 

"Same. I just want to sleep."

She looks down at me and lets out a laugh, flicking me on the forehead. "Bitch that's all you do." 

I laugh and start to get up to unpin my hijab from my head, releasing my hair from it's bun and I ruffle my hands through it a few times to ease the tension. God, it's the best feeling in the world. A hairgasm. 

I walk towards Lily's bags, rummaging around for my phone. I ditched it in there because my trousers kept on falling down from the weight of my phone in my back pocket. 

I finally find it and pull it out of the bag, launching myself back on the bed again and leaning my phone above my face to check my notifications. 

Lily had gotten up too, and she now stood in front of my mirror behind my door, fluffing up her hair and basically flirting with herself. 

I smile, pressing on the camera app and start recording her, zooming in on her face a few times to catch the pouts that she's throwing at herself. Before she turns around, I stop recording and pretend to be busy looking at my phone. 

Jonas still hasn't replied to my message from earlier this morning, but now he's seen it. Wow, I just got aired. 

Before I can think up a fitting name to curse him with, Lily bellyflops onto me causing me to let out a strangled cry as she lifts herself up and flicks me on the forehead again. 

"This is hardcore abuse. What have I ever done to you to deserve this?" I put my hand on my heart and try to catch my breath from when she literally squished my lungs. 

"It's fun. Plus, It distracts you from that phone of yours. Your face has literally been glued to it all day. Who's message are you waiting on?" She replies matter of factly and I roll my eyes at her assumptions. It's true though, throughout the day, I'v been glancing at my phone, checking to see if Jonas had replied. I didn't think Lily noticed though. 

"No-one. It's nothing." I try to argue with her pointed expression and she just raises an eyebrow in return, thankfully changing the topic. 

"Well, I'm going to get going now. I need to catch up on some studying I'v missed. Call me later, okay?"

I nod and slap her butt as she gets up off of the bed, collecting her bags and making her way out of my room, shouting out a "bye, bitch" before disappearing downstairs. 

I roll onto my back and stare at the plain white ceiling, remembering all of the studying a have to get done. I also need to go to the local shop to grab some garlic for my mum. She texted me during the day and I havn't gotten a chance to go yet, so I decide to just get it done before I do anything else and forget completely. 

I put on my hijab again, adjusting the cap from underneath, and grab my headphones on the way out of my room, connecting them to my phone as I play The Smiths. 

I slip my shoes on and tuck my laces into them, not bothering to tie them up. 

Locking up the house, I start to walk down our driveway and turn out of the street towards the shops. They're about five minutes away and time passes quickly as I jam along to the music playing in my ears. I will never get enough of music and that's a fact. 

I open the door to the small shop and walk around the aisles to find the garlic stand. I check around, feeling them to see how hard they are. Soft ones aren't ripe and have probably gone off, so I grab a few, fumbling to rip a clear bag off of the roll next to the garlic basket.

"Need help, princess? Looks like you're struggling there." 

I pause in my movements and turn around to come face to face with, you know who. 

No, obviously not Voldemort.

Jonas.

He's leaning against the shelf behind him, and because this aisle is narrow, he's quite close to me. A bit too close. I can sense the halal proximity vanish and can literally hear the devil laughing to himself at this situation. That little bitch. 

"I'm not struggling." I continue to try and pull the bag apart but it starts to  rip and the roll goes rolling down the length of the aisle. 

"For fucks sake." I roll my eyes and go to bend down and grab the roll of bags, when I get shoved back. Jonas moves to pick it up and expertly rips off a bag, his muscles tensing at the action.

 I really need to stop looking at his arms.  

He snatches the garlic from my hands, his fingertips brushing against mine. I breathe in slowly, trying to control my nerves. I'm going to roast in hell for sure. 

He shoves the garlic in the bag and proceeds to turn around towards the counter.

"Hey, where are you going?" I call after him, just as he rounds the corner. He peeks back and gestures for me to follow him. I groan in annoyance and stomp my way to the till after him. "If you stomp anymore, you might cause an earthquake. I wouldn't risk it if I were you." He smirks at me as he finishes paying and thanking the till person, whatever you call them. I'm so tempted so slap his arm, but refrain from anymore contact. I'd just be digging myself a deeper hole. 

My eyes widen as I realise what he's just done and I follow him out of the shop, walking in front of him, effectively stopping him in his tracks. 

"What was that about. And give me my damn garlic."

"Who said it was yours? I paid for it." He says with that same stupidly infuriating smugness. 

"I snatch it out of his hands and stick up my middle finger as I turn to walk away. 

I get pulled back by a piece of my hijab that somehow and very unfortunately made its way to my back, almost causing it to slip off. 

My fucking hijab. 

I turn around and glare at his face. "You have some serious balls, mister. Who the fuck do you think you are touching my headscarf. You could'v pulled it off, and that is NOT a small deal."

His eyes widen as he takes in what I'v just said. He clearly didn't think it was a big deal, but I do. Especially with how casually it's on my head, not pinned up. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't think. Keep the garlic." He rushes out, his cheeks turning the slightest bit red.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Who said I was going to give it back to you." 

I turn to walk back home and I hear him following me. 

"Fuck off Jonas, okay? You're starting to piss me off." I say, still annoyed at his actions. He's so goddamn infuriating.

He stops walking and I continue to make my way home, thankfully not hearing anyone behind me. 

I slip the headphones back over my ears and resume the song, getting lost in the lyrics, and time.