Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 37

"So, how's that tuition going?" My mum asks me as she holds the mug of tea in her hands, her legs stretched out on the sofa in the living room. 

We just had dinner, and are now relaxing, watching The Great British Bake Off. 

"They're going really well, actually. He's improving." I reply, smiling a bit. It's true, Jonas had a History test a few days ago and he was quite confident about it. I hope he does well and the lessons pay off for him. 

"That's good to hear. When is your next session?" She asks, looking at the TV playing in the background. 

"Um, I'm not too sure. He needs to get back to me about that. Why?" I ask curiously. 

My mum shrugs and looks over at me again. " Was just wondering. Why don't you have it here the next time. I can get to know him a bit more since I'v only met him once. He can have dinner here if he wants." I'm a bit shocked at what she says, and it takes me a moment to process what she just said. My mother wants to invite Jonas over for dinner. I can't help but think about how awkward it would be, especially since I'm only tutoring him. 

"I'll ask him." I reply. 

She nods and continues watching TV as I sit back against the sofa contemplating whether this is a good idea or not. 

Probably not. 

We finish the rest of the episode off and I excuse myself to finish off some homework in my room. 

I jump on my bed and pull out my phone from my hoodie pocket, pressing on imessage. At our last lesson, Jonas insisted that be give me his number so he could , and I quote, 'text me properly and not on stupid social media apps'. I gave in, and now my finger is hovering over the chat.

Should I text him or ring him? 

Ring it is. 

It's not because I want to hear his voice or anything-

I don't. I just can't be bothered to use my fingers for texting. Too much work. 

Yeah, that's it. 

I pull up his name on the Phone app and press on the icon, waiting for him to pick up. 

I stare nervously at the screen and put it to my ear, my heart beat accelerating as I hear the line connect. 

"Hello?" Jonas says, and I nearly faint at his voice. God I missed it, and it's only been two days.

He sounds a little out of breath, and he's breathing heavily. What if he was just doing it-

No.

"Um, hi? It's me Eliza." I say nervously. He lets out a light chuckle and I can practically sense the smirk on his face through the phone. 

"I figured. You do have a caller ID you know." I facepalm myself and roll my eyes at his cocky tone.

"Yeah, I know. Asshole." I mumble the last word under my breath. "What was that princess?" He says and I clear my throat. "Nothing." I reply.

"So what's up?" He says, and i remember why I called him in the first place. 

"I was just wondering when our next tutoring session is?" 

"Why, you miss me already?" I feel heat rising up my cheeks and  pinch myself, trying to stop the heat. 

It doesn't help. 

"No. My mum invited you over the next time we have a lesson. We can do it at my house." I hear a pause on the other end of the phone and then Jonas' voice again. "Okay." He says and I furrow my eyebrows at his one word answer.