Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 32

Jonas

I stare down at my bloody knuckles, wincing in pain as I poke them with my finger, testing how bad they hurt.

Quite bad.

When I saw that creep coming out of the library, I lost control, and gave him a few punches, which he deserved by the way. I mean, which random person would stare at a perfectly innocent girl why she was sleeping?

This is exactly why I was pissed that she fell asleep in public. She can't be that tired.

I was just glad that I got there in time before anything else dodgy happened. And the fact that she had no clue about it too.

She's something fucking else, that girl, and I can't seem to get enough of her.

It's like when I'm around her, her energy suddenly get's transferred to me. I feel way better, even if I don't make it look like that.

I sigh and continue my walk home, slightly shivering as I grasp my knuckles, trying to put pressure on them so the stinging pain lessens.

I open my front door and turn to lock it, making my way over to the kitchen so I can rinse of the dry blood on my hands. I'v never really got into a fight that aggressively before, but this was needed, otherwise that dude wouldn't have learnt his lesson.

I scrub my hands, ignoring the pain that the cold water and soap bring, and dry them carefully before walking upstairs. I'm exhausted. Two hours of nonstop basketball practice does that to you. And it was intensive. We hardly had any breaks because coach needs us to win the upcoming game. I need to win it.

But before any of that, I need to sort my fucking grades out. I honestly can't be asked, but it's my best chance at staying on the team, so i have to do it.

I enter the bathroom and strip, turning on the shower as I get in, nearly moaning at the heat that coats me. My muscles are sore from all that practice, and I revel in the feeling of relaxing them.

My head drops so my chin is resting on my chest and I stand under the head of the shower for a few minutes, my mind wandering.

To her.

It's like whatever I do, my thoughts always make their way back to her. I can't help it. Even when I'm in practice, I imagine her watching me, cheering me on from the sidelines. I imagine her laugh and her smile when she see's that i'v scored, or better yet, won the game.

Even now, I imagine her standing in front of me, my arms around her as the water splashes onto us, heat radiating over us both as we enjoy each others' company. I imagine her scrubbing shampoo on my hair, making me laugh, and just feeling her. Only her.

It scares me how much of an effect she has on me, and I'm not used to this feeling at all.

I raise my head up and let the water wash my face, before turning to grab the shampoo, squirting some on my hand. I rub it into my hair, letting the suds run down my face, imagining her hands running through my hair.

Rinsing the shampoo off, I start to clean my body, rubbing the body wash all over me, imaging her hands running over my skin. My skin starts to heat up, and I roll my head back, wishing for some release from this torture. Torture of not seeing her, touching her.

I can feel myself want her, and I bring my hands down to my crotch, rubbing myself along my hard length, trying to release some of the tension as my thoughts cloud over with pleasure and the image of her. I turn the hot water down to cold, and allow the piercing temperature to cool me down.

She's doing this to me, it's all her, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Eliza

As soon as I hit the pillow, I knock out, and I wake up in the morning feeling freshly energised.

Checking the time and seeing it's 7:30am, I make my way out of the cosiness of my bed and walk to the bathroom, ready to start my day.

Most of my day today is just music lessons, and that's good, because then I can be completely in my element.

I brush my teeth, some of the toothpaste running down my chin as I lean my head over the sink so it doesn't stain my nightshirt.

I rinse my mouth out and clean my toothbrush, washing my face in the process, sighing as I feel fresh once again.

My thoughts run back to the events of last night, how Jonas was so pissed about me falling asleep in public, and then him walking me home.

As much as I hate to admit it, I will never get tired of that. Him walking me home I mean. It makes me feel safe, and like somebody besides my family and Lily, want me safe.

I like it.

But unfortunately, I need to try and avoid situations like that in the future, for obvious reasons which I most definitely hate with a burning passion.

I walk back to my room and pick out a decent but comfortable outfit for school, making sure to layer up underneath so I don't freeze to death. I really don't like winter that much.

I choose my smart black trousers and a light blue jumper for the top, making sure it covers my backside. My trousers are kind of baggy so they don't show the shape of my legs that much, but they're not too baggy to look trampy, especially for school.

I then pick out a plain black hijab and slip my Doc's on. Can never go without them.

It doesn't take me long to arrive at school, and I sit through half an hour of form time before heading to the sixth form centre to find Lily.

My classes don't start until period three, which is in an hour, so I decide to just use this study period to catch up with school work.

Me and Lily usually sit together, but end up talking mostly, so when I don't see her sitting in the centre, I feel relief tug at me a little, because I really need to get my work done or I'm going to fall behind, and I definitely don't want that.

Sitting down at a table in the corner, I take out my folders and laptop, getting started with work, before I feel a presence beside me.

I look up and see a nervous looking Jonas.

I'm surprised, because I hardly ever see this guy in here, and when I hear the next words come out of his mouth, I grow even more confused.

hey y'all, how are you guys doing? so yeah, this chapter was a bit cheeky, but i hope you guys enjoyed.

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