Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 39

We're currently sitting on my kitchen table, books and notepads scattered around us. I had changed and prayed as soon as I came home into some comfy pair of joggers and my favourite green hoodie. My mum and Jonas had spoken while I was upstairs freshening up, and from the sounds of it, they were getting on. 

My dad had come home and they had chatted a bit, and then we had gotten on with some work. I could tell Jonas was getting restless, his knee bouncing up and down. He was sitting next to me as I sat on the end of the table, and he was fiddling with his pen as he stared down at the paper in front of him. 

I had assigned him the task of bullet pointing the answer to a question that could come up in an exam, but I don't think he's paying any attention anymore, because his eyes are unfocused and his face scrunched up. So lost. Cute. 

"Okay, break." I say, smacking my hands down onto the table and pushing my chair back so I can pull my legs up onto the chair I'm on. 

Jonas looks up at me and I see the relief wash over his face, his eyes silently thanking me.

"Finally." 

"I'll walk you through the question after, okay? I'd rather you get it done than not know at all." I say, pointing to the sheet in front of him. He nods and gets up, stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders.

My eyes fall to his lower abdomen as his shirt rides up, and I feel a slight blush creep up onto my cheeks at the sight.

He's toned as hell, the faint outline of  v line showing through. There's a small amount of hair running down the middle of his body, disappearing down into his pants, and that makes my hart beat faster. But before he catches me staring, I look away and start to fiddle with the skin around my thumb.

"I'm going to pop out for a bit, I won't be too long, okay?" He says, looking down at me, and goddarn he looks so good from this angle. His hair is a bit ruffled up from when he was running his hands through it, and I narrow my eyes at him in confusion.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere that concerns you, princess." He says, giving me a small smirk before making his way out of the kitchen and into the hallway towards the front door.

I stay put in my seat, trying to rack my brain as I think of where he could be going. It's dark outside and I can only imagine how cold it is too. 

I huff and go about tidying up the table of books, then stop because we will be continuing again anyway. Might as well only clear up once right?

Lazy ass.

Who isn't?

i slump back in my seat and hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen. My mum's figure stops at the doorway, and she furrows her eyebrows at the empty seat next to me where Jonas was sat. 

"Where is he gone?" She asks.

"He just went out to do something." I reply, still a bit annoyed that he didn't tell me where he was going.

It's none of your business that's why, nosey. 

Still. 

"Hm. does he smoke, because if he does then I will-"

"Don't worry, he doesn't. Well, at least as far as I know." I let out a little chuckle to try and reassure the sceptical look on my mother's face.

She's quire strict on smokers, which is quite self explanatory, and I doubt Jonas does smoke, because it would probably fuck up his Basketball routine.

I think he's doing a good job of that himself without the smoking. Look at the guy's grades after all. Dumb shit. 

Shut the fuck up, not like you're so clever. 

Cleverer than him. 

Go away, you're pissing me off now.

I grab my phone out of my pocket as my mum moves into the kitchen to stir the dish.

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour and a half. How's the lesson going?" She asks, turning her head slightly to face me, her hijab that is tied loosely falling off. She doesn't bother pulling it back on because Jonas isn't here at the moment. 

"Okay that's fine. It's good, we're just taking a break right now. I think it's getting a bit intense so I thought Jonas could use one. We'll carry on when he gets back though, there's still a few thing I need to go over with him before next lesson." I reply, explaining how far we've come.

I can tell Jonas is improving, and he's getting more confident in his studies. He's still intent on upping his grades, but he does get distracted quite a few times. That's when I catch him staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. 

My mum nods and then walks towards the door to the kitchen, shutting it after her. 

I scroll through my phone, watching tiktoks, and updating myself on Emma Chamberlain's new youtube video. I love her so much. 

Fifteen minutes go by, and I hear a knock on the door then shuffling footsteps as someone goes to open it. A few seconds later, Jonas opens the door carrying a drink in his hand.

To be specific, a Strawberry Frappe.

My eyes widen and I look at his face, trying to gauge why he has it.

"Here you go princess. I know you were craving it." He says, holding out the drink to me with his other hand in his trouser pocket.

Fuck damn me. 

You'd like that wouldn't you?

I squeal, yes squeal, and snatch the drink out of his hands, quickly taking a sip, and moaning out at the cool, sweet taste. It's fucking delicious, and satisfies my craving perfectly.

"I fucking love you." I close my eyes, and open them again to see Jonas staring at me intently. I realise what I just said, and my eyes widen in shock. Fucking shit, no. what did I just say.

"I mean, um, I love this drink. Thank you for getting it. You don't know how much this mea-"

"No need to thank me, princess. My pleasure. Plus you're sitting here tutoring me for my own stupidness so I should at least be the one thanking you." he says, and his face has a slightly pained expression on it. His eyes have an unreadable emotion, but I can't tell. 

My heart is thumping in my chest, and my head is reeling from what I just admitted to him.

Do I love him? No I can't. I have no idea what that even feels like.

You fucked uppp.

I will fuck you up if you don't shut it.

I move to sit down in my seat again, and Jonas hesitantly does the same, his leg skimming mine as he adjusts himself in his seat.

"You're not stupid, you know. You're actually smart, but I don't think you know it. Well you don't, clearly, but still, you're improving and i'm proud of you."

Jonas

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Fuck everything.

I think I love her too. 

So ummm...